
paint.
lyrics.
sculpture.
haikus.
architecture.
acting.
mosaics.
performance.
tiles.
impressionism.
oils.
cubism.
poetry.
rococo.
music.
composition.
neo-classical.
song.
sonnets.
baroque.
These are the standards. They are that main, big stick figure. They are what gets most of the attention, and much of the accolades. And because of their focus, I never thought I was artistic. I still have issues seeing myself as artistic. If someone put a gun to my head and said, "draw me a beautiful picture", I would have to respond, "fire away, buddy. All you'll get is a sloppy stick-man."
But, there are other forms of artistic license. Those are the ones that are really, truly, amazing. They make me come alive.
Have you ever worked very hard on a long and complex problem? For me, it was my entire partial differential equations class. I have issues with math, and for a scientist, this is like the kiss of death. But there was something remarkable in the perfect flow of a well-solved problem. One step leads to another in beautiful logical flow. No skipped steps, no short cuts...just one long problem - the harmonic oscillator - in stunning clarity. It was art to me.
Also, the time-dependent/time-independent Schroedinger equation derivation. F.L.A.W.L.E.S.S. It is my Mona Lisa.
Now, what makes you come alive?
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