Art is an unexpected burglar.
Art can come into your life abruptly. It comes in through a door you didn’t even know was there. I see it every day at the gallery. People that are surprised by how their hearts can be touched. People brought to tears by the suddenness of it.
Yet so many of us turn away. We deny the concept that we deserve to have an environment that inspires us. One that speaks to our soul.
I meet people all the time that passed on a painting and years later they still remember it. Miss it.
It takes courage to allow yourself abundance. We rerun conversations that we shouldn’t ask for more. That we are being selfish to allow ourselves happiness. We can break those patterns but it takes courage.
In daydreams I like to think I’d be part of the French Resistance during WWII. Would I? Would you? If we can’t allow freedom and abundance for ourselves, can we fight for it for others?