Truth Update 5/14/26

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This is true. 

Some years ago, I was travelling for work. I was in a second world country and had visited with the US embassy and an attaché. The embassy's dress uniforms always impress, how each button shines always amazes me. I made the rounds of clients, including coffee on their right hand formality and doing what I could with my limited local language knowledge. At 3:30 daily I usually stopped for pound cake and a Guinness. 

So, on one trip I found I had a two day hole in my schedule. I started, out of boredom, going from original art stores, one after the other. I sound one located in an old single story home. I looked at the works they had set out, and I noticed something which caught my eye. It was a common scene, life in a village, rendered in the naïf former, like a two dimension of a three-dimensional scene. The colors were vivid, the life intense, the vision pure.  It was alive. The art gallery owner brought me upstairs to an old attic with a carton filled with originals not yet displayed. I learned they all came from a small village, all original, each unique. I went thru, one after the other. All were alive, the soul of the artist bled into each. It was depth.

It was life.

I never forgot that day. It's been decades, but art is the projection off the life which paints it. Art is never alone, when it has the viewer to tell the secret to.

P9 Foundation helps as it can. It fosters art as it can. It helps with life as it is able to. Thank you for helping that vision as you can.