What is?

One of the perks of living in London, other then the huge convenience of travelling wherever I want within 2 short hours,

is the surplus of museums that I have available to me.

Up until this point, however, I have not visited any.

Today was the day.

I wandered down from London bridge along the River Thames to the TATE Modern,

a reputable one to start off this museum marathon.

Floors upon floors,

hidden exhibits behind closed doors - it really was a maze of wonder.

Artsits including Dali, Picasso, Pollock & Warhol... just to name drop a few,

I considered myself blessed to take my leisurely time looking at them all.

I turned the corner of one nook and found something quite unusual.

There was a video of one young lady, who covered herself in blood and then rolled in feathers.

She did this along the bank of a river, and ended the short film with her arms outspread like an Eagle - her connection with the feathered friend.

Apparently, it was a statement about animal rights, native rituals and women sacrifice.

Ah huh.... I found myself thinking.

When one finds themselves amongst credited artists in one space;

people who have spent years as bitter, twisted melancholies...

essentially starving just so they could produce something,

alongside someone who made a film about rolling in blood and feathers -

one begins to wonder what is art?

I applaud anybody who is putting something creative out there -

but does that mean that I too can have a tantrum,

spill milk all over me and say that it is a connection & statement about dairy cow milking conditions?

Is that art?

Therefore worthy to be rolling a non-stop film in the TATE modern?

Needless to say, this topical question will never really be answered.

It is a matter of opinion, taste and genre.

But I left there feeling more inspired about what I am doing over here.

It does not matter if the teaching is unfulfilling,

if the writing is dribble

or if the acting is non-existent.

So long as I am putting it out there and being truthful to myself,

what does it really matter.

After all,

What is... a success?