Have you taken a moment out of life to consume art? I never really used to use my eyes or my heart to simply consume art. Most of the time I saw colors of life in drabs of gray, like we all do when life presses in on us. Its just the way each of us must contend to the external world. But then one afternoon years ago i found myself wandering thru a very small local gallery. I saw a few things that seemed to speak, but i didn't have much heart to hear them. The gallery owner took me upstairs to a dusty barely lit attic filled with musty old brown boxes.
But the paintings inside, the originals, they had a voice which sang. It was something of a collection of boxes of naif art, which brought alive the lives the artists witnessed, and the artists themselves. For hours i pawed thru boxers of life. Of lives. And i heard the art speaking, singing, crying.
Thank you for helping as you can. Thank you for hearing need. Thank you for your open heart.


