Art lifts our souls and lightens our load as we move through life. Art is our morning sun on a rainy day, it is the gentle rain that washes our stress away. Art appears in many forms, a child dancing in a mud puddle and a ballerina flying gracefully through the air. A gardener's living painting, ever changing as the seasons move on. The twisted vines, with their holdouts of yellow and gold, appealing to another form of artist.
Art is there for those who see. Painters and poets, armed with romance and souls, paint pictures to lift others up to see the parade passing by. Rich and poor can enjoy the arts. The chalk drawings of a child can warm the hearts of both the homeless and those heading home. I pray my art is equal to those sidewalk drawings that lift the sprits of those stepping over them. Art has carried me through life both with the creative process and experiencing the work of others. Friends I have never met raise my spirits every day, fill my life with riches through their art. Picasso and Michelangelo, giants who's art defines man, stand alongside unnamed persons who drew on cave walls 50 thousand years ago. I hope to stand with these greats some day, till then I do my best to carry on with lifting spirits.
