We Make It Through

“If you don’t know where you’re going, how do you know you’re lost?”

I am for art

I wrote this a few years ago and find it as true today as I did back then.

I am for art that comments and critiques everyday life.

I am for art that pushes you to think, explore and grow.

I am for art that breaks into the everyday realm and is subtle yet screaming.

I am for art that is temporary that flutters in and out in a gust of wind.

I am for art that is constantly changes and never can be counted on.

I am for art that is always there as reliable as the sky.

I am for art that races and runs and has no end.

I am for art that just is and nothing else.

I am for art that is confrontational and refuses to be ignored.

I am for the art of a warm cup of coffee that troubles melt over.

I am for the art of a warm bed on freezing winters night.

I am for the art of sunshine streaming through the trees painting its own shadows.

I am for the art that is simplistic and still impossibly complicated.

I am for the art of all mediums being able to intertwine and find balance in one another.

I am for the art where there is exhaustion in passion and passion consumes.

I am for the art that’s color is only surpassed by its taste.

I am for the art that is on the walls of bathrooms, made for no one and everyone at once.

I am for art that is expressive and outgoing.

I am for art that means nothing but is still vastly beautiful.

I am for art that is contagious like a loud infectious laugh.

I am for art that is barely seen but still there all the same brightening the day.

I am for art that is snow covered and more majestic each day.

I am for art of the eyes of a child as they play with a new toy.

I am for the art that is unknown and mysterious.