Art is not one language. It is not one color, one race, one heritage, one culture. It does not discriminate or demand authority. It exists even in the darkest hour, during the darkest day of the darkest year. It speaks volumes, yet no words are needed for it to be heard or understood. Art brings voice to emotion and emotion to sight.
Art reveals peace after the storm, creating a footprint of an otherwise forgotten moment of uproar buried deep in the oceans of like moments lost in time. It records the calm and tranquility that exists in the hearts of all if all would cease-fire, and documents all the pain and destruction resulting from the warfare continuing to proceed in the absence of peace. Art demonstrates the beauty and wonder in the prosperity of the imagination with unending bounds.
Art is the Heart speaking her sufferings, her happiness, her failures and her successes.
Art is unbiased. It is spiritual and found deep within the soul. Art is universal. Art is Freedom.