Conviction and honesty…both of which seems to be seldom found in modern day. Long gone are the days of Starry Night and Salvator Mundi. The authenticity and childlike excitement of creating and moreover discovering such pieces has fade to a world beyond stars and imagination. In its absence we find degeneracy on such an unapologetic level that it’s almost humorous the level of ignorance that surrounds it…almost.

The monumental mark that artists like Van Gogh, Monet, and Renoir left behind have and will continue to be something that we should all strive for regardless of whatever niche or pocket we find ourselves.

The fear of being the nail that sticks out has created such an overwhelming presence that we have all been hammered to a point were true creation is almost nonexistent.

Every time religion, a political agenda, or an authoritative power or state interjects the artists strokes faulter and the vision is blurred or all together fades to black.

Leave it to man to forcibly remove the colors of life. One by one until all that’s left is a world of perpetual gray.

And when the dust settles and the footprint of man all but disappears who or what will be left to appreciate the few moments where art outshined the darkness that we see in our day to day?