We will dig the graves. We will water the roots. To those who love. To those who neglect.

Some days I fear that Art is dying. Some days I believe it can never die. The realities of these dichotomies suggest only one truth, and that is that it is a living spirit. Therefore, if we are the curators of Art, then, it is our responsibility to feed it, nourish it, and water its roots. When we stop, it begins to whither. When we love it, it grows exponentially into something with limitless possibility.

All things are one.

One, can always be another.