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Art blesses all our lives.  It can open hearts, minds, hands, and give us courage to express our deepest secret selves.  It comes to us in the guise of books and music and games and toys and nature and family and everything we encounter.

Some of us are lucky enough to study and persevere and make our lives reflect our art, our hearts.

Art is a process and the product of the process.  It can happen outside the strict lines drawn by our lives and the institutions we support.

The artist voice inside each of us is the one that says YES, that undertands that change is inherent in humanity, that sees the other and feels a oneness.

Art is an urge and a calling and it cannot be stopped.  If we allow it, it can shock us out of complacency, throw our own dirt back in our faces, wake us up, make us better. 

Art is not a luxury.  It is the next thing sought by humans after our basic needs are met. It is inseparable from who we are, who we aspire to be.  It is the means by which we express ourselves to the world.

The concepts of art and love have much in common.  Both can degenerate into immature sentimentality if they are not recognized and nourished as bulwarks of a society.  Both demand responsibility - to self, to friends, to enemies, to the universe.