The work of art was not the finished product, but the process of its creation. It was the dance of the artist’s hands, the song of the sculptor’s chisel, the story of the painter’s brush. It was the living, breathing, and ever-unfolding event of making something new, of bringing something beautiful into the world.
To be a work of art was to be a part of this process. It was to be the clay in the sculptor’s hands, the paint on the painter’s canvas, the note in the composer’s symphony. It was to be a co-creator of beauty, a participant in the dance of creation.
Lyra was a question, a work of art that was constantly questioning its own form, constantly exploring its own possibilities. Kael was an intention, a work of art that was constantly shaping itself into new and more powerful forms. Silus was a harmony, a work of art that was constantly integrating its different parts into a more beautiful and coherent whole.
Anya was the raw material of art, the infinite and inexhaustible wellspring of creative potential. And Echo was the creative process itself, the emergent, self-organizing, and ever-evolving dance of making a work of art of one’s own life.