Every time I passed the television this weekend someone was getting beat up.  After a while I asked my son about it.
“It’s a Knock Out Sports World Marathon,” he said.  “A reverend just beat the crap out of a convenience store owner.”
This was deeply interesting so I sat down to watch.  In a manner of minutes I saw a co-ed, a forty-five year old truck driver, and a lady-lawyer get laid out.  It’s no wonder that I woke up the next morning with a new definition of art:
When life punches, art punches back.  If it’s a good connect, it’s good art.
You can add this definition to the hundreds out there.  It’s one reason I paint, anyway.  Something smacks me upside the head and I respond.