Free art from its cage

The beautiful truth about art lies in its sacrifice — how it tries to make our little lives a little bigger, while dreaming of conquering the universe. If I’ve devoted my life to anything, it’s been to free art from its cage.

I feel satisfied when I stumble upon a new idea. For me it’s better than careful planning. Once I placed a plant in the shade where it should not have thrived and it grew into a monster. I don’t have green fingers but I have a heart, and even pot plants have a place in it.

So I throw myself at canvas. I keep the source of light consistent in the hope that a day will last 24 hours. I cannot seem to get this question answered by anyone, anywhere: if the earth was twice its size, would the days be twice as long? Would gravity still hold us down? Would communication have evolved as it did? Would we get more done?

Anthony Bourdain said: "Eat at a local restaurant tonight. Get the cream sauce. Have a cold pint at 4 o’clock in a mostly empty bar. Go somewhere you’ve never been. Listen to someone you think may have nothing in common with you. Order the steak rare. Eat an oyster. Have a Negroni. Have two. Be open to a world where you may not understand or agree with the person next to you, but have a drink with them anyways. Eat slowly. Tip your server. Check-in on your friends. Check-in on yourself. Enjoy the ride."