art, it is not an empty cold gallery where snobby people dressed in all black with some form of unconventional hat stare at slabs of color and make throaty noises of approval. It is not confined here. there are the purest forms of art, yes, but there are others, they surround us. The purest are literature, art, music, and dance. in these realms lie the artist. they strive on their art and forsake all others till death due them part, but it does not end here. all must pursue their own art. choose your art find it well, but pursue with it with all that is in you. Doctors, sew with the most artistic strokes, they cut and slice until the desired remains and the evil is gone. precision and timing these are true artist. Wash the floor scrub the toilet mind the vomit in the stairwell yes this is your art as well. your art is your love. do not forsake your art for any others. do not let a paycheck or ted sr. tell you that it is " just not a feasible lifestyle for you". your art is your life craft it, carve it, build it and sculpt it till you can step back put on the strangest hat you own and gargle at it.