Art is a term that describes a diverse range of human activities and the products of those activities, but is most often understood to refer to painting, film, photography, sculpture, and other visual media. Music, theatre, dance, literature, and interactive media are included in a broader definition of art or the arts. Until the 17th century, art referred to any skill or mastery and was not differentiated from crafts or sciences, but in modern usage the fine arts are distinguished from acquired skills in general.
Many definitions of art have been proposed by philosophers and others who have characterized art in terms of mimesis, expression, communication of emotion, or other values. During the Romantic period, art came to be seen as "a special faculty of the human mind to be classified with religion and science".
The nature of art, and related concepts such as creativity and interpretation, are explored in a branch of philosophy known as aesthetics.
The Encyclopædia Britannica Online defines art as "the use of skill and imagination in the creation of aesthetic objects, environments, or experiences that can be shared with others". By this definition of the word, artistic works have existed for almost as long as humankind: from early pre-historic art to contemporary art; however, some theories restrict the concept to modern Western societies. The first and broadest sense of art is the one that has remained closest to the older Latin meaning, which roughly translates to "skill" or "craft." A few examples where this meaning proves very broad include artifact, artificial, artifice, medical arts, and military arts. However, there are many other colloquial uses of the word, all with some relation to its etymology.
Arthur W. "Art" Bell, III (born June 17, 1945) is an American broadcaster and author, known primarily as one of the founders and the original host of the paranormal-themed radio program Coast to Coast AM. He also created and formerly hosted its companion show, Dreamland. Semi-retired from Coast to Coast AM since 2003, he hosted the show many weekends for the following four years. He announced his retirement from weekend hosting on July 1, 2007 but occasionally serves as a guest host. He attributed the reason for this latest retirement to a desire to spend time with his new wife and daughter, born May 30, 2007. He added that unlike his previous "retirements," this one will stand, while leaving open the option to return. Classic Bell-hosted episodes of Coast to Coast AM can be heard in some markets on Saturday nights under the name Somewhere in Time.
Bell founded and was the original owner of Pahrump, Nevada-based radio station, KNYE 95.1 FM. His broadcast studio and transmitter were located near his home in Pahrump while he hosted Coast to Coast AM except from June to December 2006, when he lived in the Philippines. He returned to the Philippines March 10, 2009 with his family after having significant difficulties obtaining a U.S. visa for his wife Airyn.
Existen venganzas que no podrás controlar
Plot
Rachel is an intelligent, modern-day woman constantly on the move. Primarily focused on her career as a diplomatic consul for the U.S. embassy, she's literally lived her life on the move, globe-trotting from city to city. Currently working in Mexico City and set to leave for London, Rachel's world turns upside down on the eve of her own goodbye party when she gets drunk and passes out on the street. Saved by Alejandro, a handsome Mariachi singer and single father, Rachel wakes up in his apartment with no recollection of how she got there. Nor does she remember that she rejected his visa the day before, which he desperately needs for his daughter. Romance unexpectedly blossoms between the two, but either sparks or fists will fly after she finds out his secret.
Even with backup, he can't sing his way out of this one.
Plot
A degenerate gambler, fleeing Las Vegas and a series of debts, sets out on a midnight drive for "better days" in San Diego. On the way there, however, he becomes plagued by a hunch that one last time at the blackjack tables might be worth going back.
Two many women ... so little time.
Art Dodge: Real artists don't need words.
Sheldon: I'm the only man alive with two navels.
Art Dodge: Use your charm.
Art Dodge: For me there is only Rimbaud.::Liz Kerner: Rimbaud? Why?::Betty Kerner: Well, it's obvious. He's the original. I mean, Seagal and Van Damme are just cheap imitations.
Plot
Barney Springboro and Peyton Nichols are fun-loving high school students working on a science project with white mice. When one of the mice begins to move food toward itself with out touching it, Barney finds he has accidentally discovered a formula for telekinetic powers. Now, how much trouble can a high school kid who can move things with just his mind get into?
Keywords: bare-breasts, baseball, baseball-game, blonde, boy-with-glasses, cheerleader-uniform, cleavage, clothes-torn-off, dream-girl, dummy
An A+ Comedy That Makes the Grade!
A+ Comedy You Have To Get Your Hands On!
The comedy that won't let you down!
They're getting a little behind in their classwork . . .
Paperboy: Barney bonehead.::Barney Springboro: Up yours.
Robert Wolcott: Ready buddy?::Peyton Nichols: Ready Freddie!::Robert Wolcott: Don't you ever call me that. Call me that again, and I'll kill you!
Running with the mob can be deadly!
Plot
This is the story of the clock-like movements of a giant, big city New Orleans hotel. The ambitious yet loyal manager, wrestles with the round-the-clock drama of its guests. A brazen sneak thief, who nightly relieves the guests of their property, is chased though the underground passages of the hotel. The big business power play for control and the thrilling crash of an elevator add to the excitement.
Keywords: based-on-novel, hotel, new-orleans-louisiana
Warner Bros. unlocks all the doors of the sensation-filled best-seller!
Peter McDermott: A sure way to empty a hotel fast: drop an elevator.
She said that is one thing about art
He said that is I all I think about art
Glamour creates glamour types, stares at the sea stars art
Oh no
She said this is what I think it is art
Oh-oh father, Oh-oh mother
Coming down the disco, does this lot really love you?
Oh-oh father, oh-oh coming down
Oh-oh father, Oh-oh mother
Coming down the disco, does this lot really love you?
Oh-oh father, oh-oh coming down, coming down
She said that is what I think about man
He says no thought a life can have you art
He's taken to his head he said
He's steadied by his heavy metal heart
Oh no
He said now that is what I it think is art
Oh-oh father, Oh-oh mother
Coming down the disco, does this lot really love you?
Oh-oh father, oh-oh we're coming down
Oh-oh father, Oh-oh mother
Coming down the disco, does this lot really love you?
Oh-oh father, oh-oh we're coming down, down
Oh-oh father, oh-oh mother
Coming down the disco, does this lot really love you?
Oh-oh father, oh-oh we're coming down
Oh-oh father, Oh-oh mother
Coming down the disco, 'cause they never loved you
Oh-oh father we're coming down, down, we're coming down, down
A spiral of anger breaks its human fold
A chapter of hatred starts its evil flow
Now a trial begins
A clash of senseless hate
Before the fences mend
Another violent end
Cambodia soon became its home
The holy land, an endless scene of human blood
Now a trial begins
A clash of senseless hate
Before the fences mend
Another violent end
Looking down upon the hate and sin
Is there no way out, a way out of this maze
Why can't we put away our bloody violent ways
Can't we have some peace why can't we let it end
A hundred thousand years the world is still the same
Where does it start why do we let it all begin
Where does it end now no one ever knows
Please help me out There's something I can t explain
The innocence in your eyes is gone Colors faded away
Please help me out Something s different today
The silent spark in your smile is gone
What could have washed it away.
Chorus:
Did it just disappear just a minute ago it was here
Well I guess I can t stop The love disappearing from your eyes
Did it just disappear just a minute ago it was here
Well I guess I can t stop The love disappearing from your big brown eyes.
Please, help me out There must be some other way
Please help me out Please explain me again
Tell me where did the fire go Tell me what took it away
Chorus:
Did it just disappear just a minute ago it was here
Well I guess I can t stop The love disappearing from your eyes
Did it just disappear just a minute ago it was here
Well I guess I can t stop The love disappearing from your big brown eyes.
And from the darkness came the spot
And from the spot came the earth
And from the earth came the nude lizard
Can you see him?
Occasionally I feel like the walls around are closing in on me
Physically I feel sometimes I need seclusion to be free
The irony at last I see reality is my perception
And my personality is my reflection
I must eliminate and change yesterday’s
Yesterday’s pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday’s
Yesterday’s pains today
I need to be set free from the smiles that are scarring my skin sarcastically
And cause it seems to comfort and freeze in full around me mentally
The irony at last I see reality is my deception
And my personality is my deflection
I must eliminate and change yesterday’s
Yesterday’s pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday’s
Yesterday’s pains today
Can I make it?
I'll try
Can I take it?
I'll try
I’ve finally healed my wounds and healing the next thing and pouring out of me
The precious success becoming apparently a bigger part of me
Im looking back at the things I cant remove the past
Ok with me
The future is brighter than I could imagine it to be…
I must eliminate and change yesterday’s
Yesterday’s pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday’s
they used to
meet in group
Separate jobs
according to task
some are for spring
while the others chose fire
blackness dominates
heat bursts
transparency are on their faces
their mark is a move
they swell
and even closes
they did something
for the bloody room
they are the roots
who crave for water
their crackle are different
as hard as a log
is what they carry
and it pops