Art 

Art is in essence the foremost expression of human creativity. As difficult to define as it is to evaluate, given that each individual artist chooses the rules and parameters that guide her work, it can still be said that art is the process and the product of choosing a medium, a set of rules for the use of that medium, and a set of values that determine what deserves to be expressed through that medium, in order to convey either a belief, an idea, a sensation, or a feeling in the most effective way possible for that medium.

Opinions differ as to what can and cannot be defined as art; for example, can somebody make art if the creation was not intended to be art? Is art always a form of individual expression? Will a work of art only be art once it is finished? For a more in-depth discussion of these questions, see the article on the definition of art and read some quotations about art.

Categories

• Animation / Anime
• Architecture
• Art history
• Arts and crafts
• Comic strips / Manga
• Commercial art (Visual Communication)
• Dance
• Drama
• Fine arts
• Found art
• Installation art
• Literature
• Multimedia
• Music
• Poetry
• Programming
• Visual arts (painting, sculpture, film, etc.)

See also

• Aesthetics
• List of artworks
• The Shape of Things (a play about the nature of art)

For the Celtic mythological figure Art, see Airt

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