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I’m not good at arts, really, I think I suck, but it’s an interesting part of my life.

I like the way that the people expresses themselves in a paper or in a musical instrument, or in a piece of wood, or in anything or everywhere.  Well, I play the guitar in my home and when I go to my natal city I play it with my friends in a house or in the streets or in everywhere, we love it, it’s really funny how we connect the notes and how we understand each other (we met about 9 years ago). I don’t think that I’m good at it but I really enjoy playing with them.

About the arts in general, about my concept of the arts, I like the way of how the thinking of the people who do arts, people who express their feelings, it's nothing objective because no one feels in the same way, it’s like a travel in the mind of another one, we could be identified with a song, but we don’t feel the same things, no one will really know how I feel, it’s about the mind, we all are different and we never will know other people perfectly.

This is because I like the arts, because it’s something exclusive of other people, something exclusive of me (if I do art) .We could make a perfect representation of a piece of art, but we never will feel the same thing that feels the author of the song or of the picture or anything, this is because we couldn’t reproduce (perfectly) the art of another person.

Somebody could think that arts are shit, and they are right, I could do arts with anything that get out of my mind, and it could be whatever, really whatever, but it’s my way. A piece of art could be a chair in a bathroom, or could be myself writing this text right now, or after it when I put a comment in my partner’s blogs, anything. 

A business man cleaning a toilet and smiling
 (i think this is art)