Art is the result of expression during the right moment. 

One moment where everything feels right. 

That everything will be alright. 

So they create a masterpiece. 

A stroke of a brush, a click of a key, a letter written, a scene shot. 

These little actions create art. 

A painting, a story, a poem, a film. 

It is the consequence of a mastery of the rudiments of the world and its universe. 

The anima of existence. 

The beneficial might. 

A tangible comprehension of the value of things, ordinance, stability. 

Any medium will do. 

At the end of the day, the intention is not to “make art”. 

But to be in the marvelous state which makes art inexorable. 

Completely and utterly inevitable. 

Art is soul-stirring. 

And the stars wept, for its beauty was uncontainable.