art
Art is a commitment, from the universe. A fire that does not extinguish itself in the blunt of time, art can be evaded, minimized, or deleted–as best as the human condition might allow–but art returns just the same. For the artist, it is a gentle thump in the night that pulls the individual from bed forcing back sleep, giving weight to the canvas or the manuscript. Art hauls you away from lovers so you can research, enhance, or better understand your project. Art is the menial jobs. Art is loneliness. Art is sadness, joy, the heartbeat of the universe and the need of humans to express that beat. Art is an unfair trade.