they'll make a statue of us

Today, as a sort of "let's cheer you up!" present, my roommate brought me two cupcakes that she and a couple of our suite-mates made earlier tonight. They were both frosted and decorated. One had a tiny little white smilie face, and the other - decorated by my roommate - had a large frosting-made vagina on it. While of course I laughed at the idea, it also sparked a thought: is the human body art? Are we - or any living organism, I suppose - some divinity's idea of artistic expression? I don't necessarily believe in any particular God - I don't like assuming anything about the world, actually - but the thought's kind of intriguing. Are we just random happenstance, or are we a particular, well-thought our masterpiece of something else? Is it pretentious to call ourselves works of art? We are - most of the time - created intentionally, after all.