At its heart, all art is collaborative. Relationship, the imperfect meditation of conversation, beats like an organ. Correspondence, dialogue, the opportunity of we – this is what distinguishes us as human beings. There is the option to facilitate this meditation, to nourish that which is beautiful. Perspective is a choice.
Art is a medium of discourse used by artists to tell stories. We are teachers, tradesmen, and warriors. We are revolutionaries.
We facilitate empowerment. We plants seeds and nurture community.
We live in the trenches.
There exists a fine line between engagement and detachment. But it is a dance, not a battle. There is nothing to lose, no mistakes, and no looking back. Art is the hammer that breaks the screen. It is an invitation to move beyond distraction.
Blissberries, free to a good home.
The artifacts of any era tell its story, and we are sorely short of a plot line. This epidemic goes beyond surface and symbol. I ask you, I challenge you, to unplug. Cut the cord and look around – which doors can you actually open? Who are you, without your prostheses? Relationships are not possessions, nor are they placeholders. Do not frame nostalgia. Let go. Love without possession.
Love is an intervention.
The masters are teachers and the best teachers are students. Cultural diaspora, compartmentalized indifference. 15 syllables. What do they mean? Deconstruct, reassess, share. Question the mythology.
Art is like making love, he said. Art is love, she replied.
By coming together we build the strength to move apart.
Elisabeth Howland
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