Art (n.) is, despite all appearances, never imitative. It simply cannot be. A painted bird 'occurs' only to the extent that the bird itself is in the process of becoming something else, a pure line and pure color.
Art (n.) is not chaos, but a composition of chaos, a composed chaos, capable of being neither predicted nor anticipated . It has a therapeutic aspect. There wasn't ever any art but only medicine.
Art (n.) is not communicative, art is not reflexive. Art, science, philosophy are neither contemplative, neither reflexive, nor communicative. They are creative, that's all.
Art (n.) is that about which it can be said that: Perhaps one day we will know that there wasn't any art but only medicine.
Art's (n.) only duty is to add more varieties. As a way of perceiving the world, it allows to engage with the world outside any pre-existing forms, categories or conceptual schemata.