What is art, and in turn, what am I in the grand scheme of it?

I often wonder from time to time where life is headed. What direction we may see ourselves, or at least myself in ten years, five years, a year, a week, tomorrow. But yet everytime I cannot see past the very seconds I am living. Probably accounts to the reasons I haven't "blogged" in ages. But something is troubling me tonight. I recently started using "photoshop", and by recent I mean five days ago. That really isn't the concern, I am quite enjoying it when my laptop isn't lagging or I'm utterly lost with it. I'm looking through "The Art Book" which I purchased a few months ago, it has the major artists that have ever lived with a sample picture of their work. I hate the word contemporary, it sounds so bland, lacking all emotion. When I see canvas' with single brush strokes labeled contemporary I am not sure how I feel. It is art in the sense that it has no purpose but to be, therefore it is art, and with that a very steep pricetag. But with programs such as photoshop kicking around, where is the feel to it all. I'm looking at Hausmann's "The Art Critic" as I type this, it's a photomontage made in 1919/20. I guess what I'm really wondering is where are we headed, actually scratch that, where am I headed with art. Art, like life, should be about a reflection of the soul of the individual. I know I am at times lacking the will to want to continue on my jounrey through this horrid world with its people who do not seem to understand, or I lack the capacity to understand them. It's probably why I spend most of my days alone. People only talk to me when they want or need something. The internet is a horrible place to make relations, and it seems I disappear far to often to collect friends. Why must my mind ever stay in a state of security? To stay in one place with one idea of life and have it never change is so extremely dull and idiotic. Lifestyles run through my life like seconds on a clock, ever changing than refering to those which have passed from time to time. I alternate between drawing, painting, music, and now photoshop as if my mind cannot keep to one thing for long enough for me to become settled. A photograph is art, but not all photographs will be valued. Same as paintings and drawings and melodies. How does one become an "artist"? Or even better yet, how does one contact these "artists" who sell their works for hundreds or thousands? What is the difference between good and bad art if contemporary allows for single lines upon a page. This hurts my mind, and seems not to effect anyone around me. Maybe I am just the crazy one in the bunch of sanity, or perhaps it's the other way around. What makes something pleasing to the eye or the ear or the brain. I once took a philosophy course (which I failed I believe, only because I was lazy and didn't do any of the work/didn't quite understand the concept of anything due to my youth (though to be fair I still do not understand the concept of anything due to my youth) and we were asked to describe the colour red to someone who was colour blind. Describe what makes for "good" art, and in turn describe what makes "bad" art. The perception of the onlookers through societial and evolutionary traits and characteristics passed down through either environmental or internal circumstances. My mind hurts and my stomach grumbles, I think this is enough for the night. Until next time, -Rob