I understand that Monday, tomorrow, is Stephen Sondheim's birthday. I've gone in and out of phases where I've really like musical theater, particularly when I was in high school and early college. While I collected just about every "Original Broadway Cast" recording I could find back in the early 90s, I've kept only a couple - and listen to those rarely.
There is one musical theater CD that I bring out regularly. Sunday in the Park with George is one of those pieces of art that every time you experience it, you are amazed by something new, something you didn't notice before.

I can't even venture to guess how many times I've listed to tracks on the album. Several songs are on my top 25 iTunes list. Even though it has been in my collection for over ten years, over which time I've gone through a large number of different musical taste changes, it remains one of my favorite albums.
This afternoon, the track Beautiful came up on a random iTunes playlist. The main character explains to an older woman, lamenting that the old view is being replaced by factories, and urban sprawl explains:
"Pretty isn't beautiful. Pretty is what the eye arranges."
The significance of this point is at once obvious and completely eye opening. The mind creates beauty and aesthetic pleasure. it isn't just there for consumption. An artist can lead the mind towards appreciate, but an artist does not create the beauty - every individual human does that for themselves.