It’s the thread running through every so-called necessity. It shapes the decisions we make, the things we build, the stories we share. It’s not the opposite of survival—it’s the expression of it.
The answer might be simple: we’ve forgotten. Art is so embedded into the fabric of life that we no longer see it. It’s in the curves of a chair, the logo on a soup can, the story behind a song. But because we don’t always call it “art,” we forget to recognize it as such.