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??? ศิลปะ แต่เดิมหมายถึง งานช่างฝีมือ เป็นงานที่มนุษย์ใช้สติปัญญาสร้างสรรค์ขึ้นด้วย ความประณีตวิจิตรบรรจง ฉะนั้น งานศิลปะจึงไม่ใช่สิ่งที่เกิดขึ้นเองตามธรรมชาติ แต่เป็น ผลงานที่มนุษย์ใช้ปัญญา ความศรัทธา และความพากเพียรพยายามสร้างสรรค์ขึ้นมาใหม่

คำว่า Art ตามแนวสากลนั้น มาจากคำ Arti และ Arte ซึ่งเริ่มใช้ในสมัยฟื้นฟูศิลปวิทยา
ความหมายของคำ Arti นั้น หมายถึงกลุ่มช่างฝีมือในศตวรรษที่ 14 , 15 และ 16 คำ Arte มีความหมายถึงฝีมือ ซึ่งรวมถึงความรู้ของการใช้วัสดุของศิลปิน ด้วย เช่นการ การผสมสี ลงพื้นสำหรับการเขียนภาพสีน้ำมัน หรือการเตรียมและการใช้วัสดุอื่นอีก

การจำกัดความให้แน่นอนลงไปว่าศิลปะคืออะไรนั้น เป็นเรื่องยาก เพราะว่า ศิลปะเป็นงานสร้างสรรค์ ศิลปินมีหน้าที่ สร้างงานที่มีแนวคิดและรูปแบบแปลกใหม่อยู่ตลอดเวลา ทฤษฎีศิลปะในสมัยหนึ่งอาจ ขัดแย้งกับของอีกสมัยหนึ่งอย่างตรงกันข้าม และทฤษฎีเหล่านั้นก็ล้วนเกิดขึ้นภายหลังผลงานสร้างสรรค์ เปลี่ยนแปลงและก้าวล้ำหน้าไปก่อนแล้วทั้งสิ้น อย่างไรก็ตาม ทัศนะเกี่ยวกับ ความหมายของศิลปะ ได้ถูกกำหนดตามการรับรู้ และตามแนวคิดต่าง ๆ อย่างกว้างขวาง โดย บุคคลต่าง ๆ ซึ่งพอยกตัวอย่างได้ดังนี้

….ศิลปะ คือ ผลแห่งความคิดสร้างสรรค์ของมนุษย์ที่แสดงออกมาในรูปลักษณ์ต่าง ๆ ให้ปรากฏซึ่ง สุนทรียภาพ ความประทับใจ หรือความสะเทือนอารมณ์ ความอัจฉริยภาพ พุทธิปัญญา ประสบการณ์ รสนิยมและทักษะของแต่ละคน เพื่อความพอใจ ความรื่นรมย์ ขนบธรรมเนียม จารีตประเพณีหรือ ความเชื่อทางศาสนา (พจนานุกรม ฉบับราชบัณฑิตยสถาน, 2530)

….ศิลปะ คือ ผลงานการสร้างสรรค์รูปลักษณ์แห่งความพึงพอใจขึ้นมา และรูปลักษณ์ก่อให้เกิดอารมณ์ รู้สึกในความงาม อารมณ์รู้สึกในความงามนั้นจะเป็นที่พึงพอใจได้ก็ต่อเมื่อ ประสาทสัมผัสของเรา ชื่นชมในเอกภาพ หรือความประสมกลมกลืนกันในความสัมพันธ์อันมีระเบียบแบบแผน (Herbert Read, 1959)

….ศิลปะ คือ สิ่งที่มนุษย์สร้างสรรค์ขึ้น เพื่อแสดงออกซึ่ง อารมณ์ ความรู้สึก สติปัญญา ความคิด และ/ หรือความงาม (ชลูด นิ่มเสมอ, 2534)

….ศิลปะ เป็นผลงานที่เกิดจากการแสดงออกของอารมณ์ ปัญญา และทัศนคติ รวมทั้งทักษะความชำนิ ชำนาญของมนุษย์ ?การสร้างสรรค์งานศิลปะในปัจจุบันมีแนวโน้มไปในทางการสร้างสรรค์ และการแสดงออกของอารมณ์และความคิด ดังนั้น งานศิลปะนั้นอย่างน้อยที่สุดควรก่อให้เกิดอารมณ์ และ ความคิดสร้างสรรค์ กล่าวคือ เป็นงานที่สื่อให้ผู้ชมเกิดจินตนาการ นอกจากนั้น งานศิลปะที่ดีควรจะมีคุณค่าทางความงาม ซึ่งเกิดจากการใช้องค์ประกอบของสุนทรียภาพ (วิรัตน์ พิชญ์ไพบูลย, 2524)

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                Every single person is able to explain about oneself, but I strongly belief that even explaining, answering etc, of course it might be dissimilar as a result of various   purposes to live in this world to each person. On the other hand, there are scores of people still don’t know who are themselves. To illustrate, when somebody is asked this question as “Who is yourself?” he or she sometimes isn’t able to express the answer. This is my turn to explain or to tell you my point of view upon the question above as I am a Muslim student.  

             Initially, I myself need to inform you that I firstly don’t need just reply these questions such as what is my name, Where am I from? Who are my parents? , when I am asked but I actually need to response you that I am a Muslim by born who is a slave of Allah (the almighty Lord) Because it shows me how to be a humble Muslim then I might give the detail of the questions.  

                 Secondly, I was named in official name as Masukree Che-soh. Meanwhile, my Islamic name is Syukri Ibn Nurdeen Ibn Husen. Moreover, my pen name is Ibn Nurdeen.I was born in Bangpu, Yaring, Pattani province. Many interesting activities have been done by me when I have spare times. For example, I actually like to write articles both in Thai or English for practicing the languages and propagating Islam, I often play soccer and ride bicycle after Duhr prayer and I still recall that I usually read and review lessons at night.  

                  At last of all, to be serious and to be curious in every single duty is my characteristic because I before do something I may think ahead what will happen next and I always set the goal especially in my study throughout my life. Surely, some aims might be not successful because even we are planner, but Allah is the best planner. I sometimes might be sorrowful but I can make myself calm or make peace of mind by performing Ibadah (Islamic worshiping) such as doing Wudu, reciting Quraan, perform optional prayers, listen Islamic lectures and so forth. Now you know who I am. 

                Indeed, everyone has experienced with a situation which makes us recall forever as the embarrassing event.  I always laugh when I listen to my closed friends telling me the jokes or embarrassing stories as if I myself never have one. Actually, I also have two unforgettable stories that I have not disclose to anyone. It was a kind of crazy experiences at my former high school Samartdee Wittaya- a small Islamic school at Tabing, Saiburi district, Pattani province. Even so the time had passed for more than six years, yet I still have the lessons to learn by heart.

              With the same character of three boys who,  Hanis, Ahmad, and I were game addicted who always played games such as Ford Fighter, Street Fighter, Wolf Fighting and Soccer.  On Sunday evening, after class, we went to the city of Saiburi District to play video game. We took on the bus and sat on the back seat. While we were talking each other, a girl got on the bus and smiling at me. I guessed she might have a crush on me, and also my friends still kept quite. Once the bus stopped, I stepped down from the bus and went directly to the game station.

                 Before I opened the door at the game station, Hanis called me to tell something about her why she smiled at me then Ahmad laughed then I questioned myself “What is my problem? Have I done anything wrong? Afterward I just asked them “What?” then Hanis replied “Can you look down to your feet?”  “Yes, I can “I replied. I felt shocked because I forgot to zip my pants, then my friends laughed very loud. Then I imagined what she thought about, “Oh… My mistake” I said.        

              After that we went back to the school. After having dinner in the evening, we planed to watch the football match on UBC cable TV, since it was not provided by our school. We had to go cafe outside. We gambled each other. In fact, one of school rules isn’t allowed student to go outside at night.  But that night, I couldn’t control myself because my football match was played by my favorite club, Chelsea. I must go even I had to break the rule. Unfortunately, the student committees knew what we had done last night. So we were punished in front of the student in the morning by jumping from the school wall which is 2 meters high. The most embarrassing moment in my life, was while I jumped a lot of students both boys and girls walked pass and also looked at me strangely.

                   Until now, I still remember the two events. I had promised myself not to break the rules again. I also got some lessons to learn that we must make sure that we are ready before going out to do something.

                     Naturally, there are various events happen on the earth in every single second that no one denies, and most of people surely prefer enjoyable event to sorrowful one. They try to rub out from their minds as it from time to time haunts them to scare of ghost, darkness as well as death. However, the mainly dreadful feeling is my most memorable feeling in my time which had been happened while I was staying alone in my insecure hostel being to describe.

                        At a small rural village named Sarong, the place of wild animals and various robber gangs  in the past, due to mountains surrounded, was located the hostel. There are a lot of villagers walking pass in the day light, but at night no one was seen by me. Fearfully, the village was one of the red areas that I sometimes heard such as sound of gunning, shooting, and bombing. In front of the insecure hostel with single door I can see a few houses, at the back there were insects as well as crickets in reed beds and beside there was the rubber station. At night, there was no light make it’s glooming and dusky sight.  As a matter of fact, I never went outside at nightfall because I was paranoid.

              On the last weekend of December 2008, the students who survived as my neighbors had gone home because it was weekend except me who was alone. I had spent the time friendless from the day light until the gloom night. After dropping from the veils of the morning,   I got in the hostel, and then I fast locked the door and turned the entire lantern on to ensure that was as bright as mid day. I tried to make myself feel enjoyable by turning up the islamic music and turned water tap to make noise, subsequently I just promptly read Love Story -English Fiction by Erich Segal-to kill the time. While I was reading the fiction nearly finished the first chapter, it was unexpectedly blackout for a few second and followed by the sound as similar as a man stepped on dried leave three times, in which I imagined negatively.   

               The imagination of ghosts and strangers was presented in my sensitivity; subsequently the sound of knocking the door was heard by me two times doubly   “Kok…kok” hesitantly. I afterward thought positively that I might be mishearing, yet I still worried about the stranger, soldier, or police who might check my hostel or finish me. I picked a small circle mirror up and saw my pale face then talked solitarily with the mirror crazily “It ’s ok man, nothing occurs, there is no ghost in the world and no one comes, Oh… you just forget it”. I continuously read the fiction until the second chapter ended. 

                Even so my naked eyes wanted to close, since it needed to stop thinking about, my mind still remembered. Then I vividly predicted that if it was the people got in, how I could run out because there was no any back door, window, and wide enough holes to escape. The situation made me excited, thrilled and hot, I therefore went to take a bath and put the sharpen knife and the strong wood bar alongside me. Unexpectedly, I heard the gecko’s sound very loud as “Gecko…gecko…gecko…” from my people next door’s hostel, the sound of motorbike rode pass and knocking the door again and again. After the sounds were peace I quickly got dressed and turned off the video player, I then encourage myself by claiming slowly Shahada (There is no God, but Allah) many times, I might think it was my turn (death). All of the events now were quite, peaceful, tranquil, and calm.

            After midnight, I turned off the lanterns, thereby; I was in the darkness, gloominess, dreariness, and dimness scene as dark as lived in the cave at the night time   which I could see nothing is easiest way for me to sleep. I, thus, made a wished sincerely that only Allah could save my life. Unfortunately, Subbahana-Allah!  I got up shockingly after I was gun by police after checking my hostel and found the books, clip video of Jihad in my horrible nightmare, at that moment I suddenly looked up my body I Al-hamdulillah there was no blood, as it was dream. I forcedly tried not to sleep once more by keeping on read the fiction until finished the story at dawning time.

                    The feelings as bad as me, nobody wishes, dreams or imagines to experience in their lives, but Allah alone have power to control our emotion. Even so before sleeping we expect to have sweet dream, but it might be nightmare in which nobody guess. As a final point, the story of the sorrowful man, the writer, with the feeling frightening still is echoing in my heart.