Art lives in that other side of our brains. It scratches at our neatly addressed envelopes howling to get out. It longs to take on giants, with nothing but a sling shot and a handful of rocks. It rises up in defense of unrecognized truth and beauty, riding out like an eccentric knight into the countryside to scatter sheep and tilt at blind windmills of fear and control.
Art sees what others don't, and lives and speaks with the heart.
So today I want to share a little of my own heart and hope it speaks some of what mere words fail to express. Things aren't always as they seem.
"It's Gonna Be Alright..."