Five Minute Story-I

People ask, "How do photographs and (or) pictures of people, naked people, qualify as art?"

I say, "being naked is equivalent to poetry, wherein the poet strips in front of a reader. Words act like scissors. Words decorate the body of a poem, whose essence is the very soul, alike us. Being naked is being in poetry; being nude is being immersed in it. And aren't poems, art enough?"

"Everything is an art, the fact that you dodge physical and virtual obstacles to get through every day is an art; your breathing at this very moment; inhaling and exhaling, is an art. Your staring at the computer screen for hours nonstop, trying to make ends meet is art re-defined. When you want to hurt yourself, slash your wrists because you can no longer bear the pain, you want to forsake your art."

"Life is a form of art. Death is too. We are all artists colliding against each other, molecules of a system, strokes of paint in a masterpiece, cog wheels of large machinery, words in a story, collective screams of a song. I am an art, you are an art. We all are. Just not the same kind. Never the same kind"

Question is, "Who's the artist?"