Chapter 4: My Reflection

Life is a work of art. In my experiences  everything and anything that you do to yourself and others around you in the world is art. It just dawned on me while I was reading it the middle of this chapter, that when Johnson died, he planned it to be the biggest work of art he had ever created. He planned out the exact moment that he died because he realized how people would look out into the waters off of Long Island to find this body floating out there. This appears that people would look at this as an inspiration to create such art as putting their own self in their artwork. By using the world around you, you get the urge to create. Art is a vision that can be carried out without lifting a paintbrush or a chisel to scuplt. For example, if an artist places themselves in a scenic location and then has viewers observe him, that in itself can be perceived as art with little effort. It is sensational way of how to take the world by storm by transforming their minds into thinking in a new way of how to view art. By thinking this way, Johnson wanted to be remembered. He wanted to never be forgotten by anyone on the face of the Earth. By trying to be remembered like Michelangelo or Picasso, he did his greatest piece of artwork yet. He created artwork in how he died by using the world around him to leave an impression on the world to get people to never forget him or what he created.