Art to Me

We have gone through all these theories and I never really gave thought as to what I personally think of art. I have given opinions here and there, but I was sitting here thinking about what I should talk about in this blog and I decided to write how art has affected my life.
I am not a big poetry writer (although I use to be) or a music writer ( although I have attempted) but art has been my escape every since I was little. Art has been a big part of my life, having a rough time growing up and an even harder time now, it has been my one of my many means of sanity. Whether it be listening to something on the radio, or reading an inspirational poem, or even looking at a funny picture, art has aided me through really bad times and good times too. I love art and the beauty that it posses and I say beauty because I do believe art is beautiful because of the power that it holds. The power that it has to aid in healing a broken heart or soothing a troubled mind is beautiful. I think the definitions of beauty that we have looked at before are too shallow. I am not talking about what is physically pleasing, I am talking about beauty that is deeper than that, an aesthetic beauty if that makes sense. A beauty that is indescribable based on what art can actually do and not what is seen. People say words are powerful, however I believe that art is powerful. Sometimes I believe art can create life and prevent a life from being destroyed. It is so funny, art is so important yet we take it for granted. We aren't conscious anymore as to just how great it is because we just encounter it everyday that until we really need it we are oblivious to its effect on us. So I want to know, seriously all theory aside, what is art to you?