What is art?

This is truly a horrible question... Because there is no right answer. When I see this photograph, I see an artist at work, but just because that's what I perceive this as that doesn't mean I'm right.
This photograph is one I took a few years ago of my good friend Kevin Mileski (owner and board builder of Black Pearl Creations.) Kevin is undoubtedly an artist. His artform may be a little more technically complicated than say... a painting. Not in the sense that a painting is easy to output, but in the sense that if one of Kevin's boards is a little off it won't be worth riding. Anyways... Kevin makes great boards ans everyone should visit www.blackpearlcreations.com

But really, what is art? At times, I consider myself to be an artist, but at others, not really. Sometimes I just can't find any creativity of inspiration (maybe what I'm trying to say is motivation.) I almost wish sometimes that I could live like a Jackson Pollock, Van Gogh, or Salvador Dahli, but why? Why is it instilled in me to want to be like someone else? This person may have created highly impactful art, but what about their personal life. Why do I look past the bad and only see the good, the fame, and the impact? I don't know.

Back to Kevin (Mileski). I remember the day that I took this photograph. It was certainly no special day. A pretty normal one to be exact. I just called Kevin up an asked if I could come and shoot a bit (he has never said no.) Once in the studio, Kevin is sort of in his own world filled with shiny planers and flying foam, but at the same time he finds it in him to explain what he's doing and I can not remember any instance of him being annoyed at the stupid questions that I continuously generated. He would simply answer and continue to casually transform the block of foam into a work of art ready to tame the oceans. Once we were done (him shaping and me shooting) we would slowly walk down the steps to where Kevin would end up sitting on a little box/rail (for skating) and for some reason I always ended up sitting in the same Florida Gators chair while we would talk about life and empty a few cans of High Life.