Every thought, every feeling is seated in the mind.
Art begins its journey to the wide open spaces of the world from the mind.
At times ideas forge arts' expression. At others, ideas play little part of its coming into being.
Art is made and experienced by one, or many. Art is at once private and public. I breathe art in, full breath, alone, and at best with others: the good, bad, useless, fruitful, strong and weak of art.