Art is the constant stripping away of our sequestered dogma and the layers upon our perceptions. It’s a continual violation of what we hold sacred and true, a constant clawing at the eyes and ears to remove the build-up of experience and expectation. It is to truly see, to truly hear. Art hurts. It tears at our souls. It reveals us to be the petty things that we are and beckons us higher. By its alchemy we are transmuted from drudges living by rote into beings incandescent, vibrant with the spark of all that is divine in the human spirit.