Some art is so lofty it intimidates me. It makes me feel little and insignificant, because never in a million years could I produce something like that. It is beautiful, but cold somehow.
I think the best kind of art, the best kind of music, is the kind of beautiful that swells up in you and makes you want to produce beauty too, in whatever small way you can. It’s the comforting kind of beauty that quiets your heart and lets you know that your little, insignificant efforts bring beauty to the world too, and even though your contribution may be different or a little rougher around the edges, it still matters and is important somehow.
Today I want to make something, to create or express something beautiful. And it all started with that best kind of art which begets art in the viewer, or listener. Beauty should give birth to more beauty, don’t you think?