Why do I make art? Why does anyone need art in their life or in their home? What´s the point of art?

Holyday, by James Tissot, 1876, oil on canvas (Tate).

I’ve thought about these questions a lot over the past few years. Growing up in England where art is ingrained into society, I guess I took art for granted. Or rather I never asked myself why it was important. That would be like asking why tea is important.

You can drink cold tap water your whole life and survive just fine. But if you choose instead to drink tea, your quality of life is improved. Everyone in Britain knows this- everyone, everywhere who drinks tea knows this. It can be a cheap teabag in a mug, afternoon tea at Claridges, or anything in-between. Whatever its form, it makes life better. It is a break, a ceremony, an excuse for a chat, a restorative, an up-lifter, an opportunity to show off by using your fine china teacups and matching teapot. It is something that makes life more enjoyable, whilst at the same time is an essential part of the day.

In Norway, art is more on the edges of society and is sometimes more like a secret club. Art history is not taught in schools and because of this art is distant for those who don’t seek it out. This seems a shame to me, as art genuinely can enrich your life, lift the everyday to something special. Just like a cup of tea, it can also start some interesting conversations, lift your spirits and allow you to show off a bit to your friends.