In essence, most people (myself included) agree on the idea that “any product, construct, thing” that comes from the realm of the mind to reality, and makes us feel “something”, is what makes art, art. Anything that makes us experience feelings, thoughts, and emotions to reaffirm the idea of our existence, for we are human beings, filled with the drive to channel our energy in something that makes us feel alive, such as what is written, in this piece of paper.

They fight as if they were infinite, provoked by the wrath of their past. Oh men, please listen; the time to bicker must pass. One particularly fascinating aspect of this reality is how their wide landscapes remain