Art

Art, of course, doesn’t arrive on demand.

Maybe sometimes it will batter its way into our consciousness, shouting through the noise and the busyness, and getting us to pay attention. But mostly that won’t happen.

Mostly we have to sit and to wait and to watch.

In humility. Underneath a tree. In a quiet place.

Or we simply need to find a way to turn off the noise inside our heads.

It’s a respect thing. And it’s also a privilege. The privilege of being given the opportunity to see the same old, same old…in a new way.

Art is, or should be, for everybody. We all need it anyway.