Art is everywhere, look around and take it all in. Art is the beautiful building on the corner, the sunset over Boston–and the mental photographs you take. Art is the statue in the gardens, the budding blossoms & chalk drawings on a bedroom wall. Art is the arrangement of apples and oranges in the fruit bowl & the tattoo on the arm of the stranger sitting across from you on the T.
Art is not limited or defined by the constraints of museums. Art is defined by the individual—he who creates, he who admires, appreciates, and most importantly he who thinks.
…I cried for my soul, I cried for the world’s soul, the world has a beautiful soul.
-A. Ginsberg