Imagine, if you dare, a world without the arts…

Imagine, if you dare, a world without the arts. We live in hive buildings, dress in gray gunny sacks, and since there are no books, no music, movies, or television, we watch the news until it’s time to eat our tasteless slop. No tattoos, no fashion of any kind- we are lumpy. There are no paintings in our cubes within the hive, just a gray bed, a gray bowl, a gray spoon.

If you’re in that weird shitty window at the end of a long winter and your life in the arts seems like a crazy idea dreamed by a much younger and dumber version of yourself, buck up. Even if you scribble awkward pictures of three-legged cats with crayons, if you write gibberish, if you make YouTube videos about armpits and burping, you are fighting on behalf of your fellow man to keep the gray world away. You are one of the bold motherfuckers on the fighting line. Spring will come! The rains will end!