I've always believed that great art imitates life. It takes a fleeting momentof beautyand immortalizes it, secures it, so that it can be experienced by others.
A bit, but it still locks art to the reflecting the natural world. I think that the aesthetic experience can be more broadly based than that. But now we're getting to the area of taste. I think a Jackson Pollock painting is amazing. You might think it's just a bunch of randomly splattered paint.