This right here. It’s not just about what makes it onto the stage or the screen, what gets bound and published or becomes a hit. It’s about giving birth — a thousand times a day if you’ve got it in you — to something the world needs: another little spark, a heart beating a little faster (even if only yours), a tiny kid falling into dreams with your bedtime story, a neighbor reminded to sing more when your wonderful voice wafts/screeches through the walls, those dancing hips greased and ready for the moment they get paired with another set. One of the greatest lies the Devil ever told (and keeps whispering loudly and should shut the F up about) is that art is for the Great, the Special, the Ones-of-a-Kind, and that it only matters if it can be bought and sold — for a lot of money — that it’s always public. Art is for the world. But not just the material world. It touches spirit and let’s that linger with us a little. Art’s creation stirs the best parts of ourselves and others. It airs us out. It stretches and soothes us. Even when it’s ‘bad’ it can inspire. It is engagement with the Divine. It is prayer. Prayers up y’all. 🙏🏾 We need them.
