Art is a journey through cool, crisp forests of dreams, around worlds of arcane gestures under expansive and all encompassing skies, over industrial and technological solutions to self inflicted trauma. Each motion through thought collects more experiences than any human can digest. Each stroke of color outlines and underscores the desire to prick the bubble of complacency. Each chip of stone falls away from our walls of randomly generated authority. Art is the ability to discover the unknown from the known, the unseen from the ordinary, the unheard from the sounds of our mind's breath. Art is the essence of that which we dare to seek. To look at one's self and to realize that there is more.

Art is not a noun. It's a verb, an "action" word. It's a long slow deep breath that one begins near birth and expends when one passes on. And if artists are doing their "job" properly, that breath is expended into the mouth of a new generation.