Art

Art is freedom. It is one’s ability and means to create their own world as they see fit, establish its environment, and set its rules. In that, they hold complete powers over that universe, as they enter and exit it at will. Their creation is their sanctuary to do as they please with, and it will be their only one when they have none else left.

Art is peering into the future. It is realizing the sculpture in the raw stone, the picture on the blank canvas, the words on the clean page. Art is a journey between the possibilities of the future and the reality of the present. Art transcends languages, cultures, and time. It conveys long-vanished civilizations into those that later evolved, giving them continuity beyond their lifetime and a manner through which to thrive. The soul of those ancient cultures weaves into the civilizations that proceeded them, teaching, guiding, and inspiring their evolutionary steps.

The gift of art is provided to each person in measured quantities. No two people are allotted the same. We label it talent, genius, wisdom, and skill, but like art itself, it cannot be fully described through other means. It is up to the individual to put these abilities to good use. It is a power and a strength we each own that permits us to reside in spaces and times we have uniquely fashioned, and bring others along for the journey.

There are no shortcuts in art. The muse that governs these virtuosities requires patience, maturity, and trust in order to appear. There is no pulling on the muse to arrive at will, no drug or medicine to bring it forth. Those who try such crosscuts risk receiving a diminished form of that wonder, or worse, hurting her and themselves through those attempts. Hosting the muse demands respect and graciousness, humbleness and decency, sincerity and love. When done properly, it renders us better human beings and brings the best in those who surround us and our art.