To me, art is something special, something felt by the artist and targeted towards the audience. The artist expresses his intents and feelings on a blank canvas and the audience experiences it in their interpretation. There are no wrong answers or wrong way to feel it.
I love all forms of art. Visual arts, performance arts, especially culinary arts.
Culinary arts, I believe, is able to embody all the human senses and enrich our feelings and thoughts. It serves the most basic carnal hunger, but on another level, a beautiful plating attracts our sight, the aroma invites our sense of smell, in turn entices our mouth to salivate in anticipation.
If served before us, the sound of a sizzling steak, or the smooth flow of poured gravy lets us ooze in excitement.
The climax of it all, the moment the morsel of art, prepared delicately and beautifully, touches the tip of your tongue, your taste buds send you off to a flurry of imagination. One of life, of how the meal before you was born and raised, planted and harvested, prepared and cooked, up to the point that it is presented in front of you.
Art could be, would be, should be about life. And that is what I love about it.