Art has a soul.

Everything exists in a quiet moment that whispers softly: this is special.

The sun rises, the sun sets. Sometimes, the sun reflects gently across the corner of a room and asks you to pause for a moment.

A street light is just a street light until suddenly and unexpectedly it grips you in a glowing, warm reminder of life and love and joy.

An apple is an apple, and an orange is an orange. But an apple is also a million colors and an orange contains thousands of hues.

Art represents the moments that we move slowly, that we notice more, when we see ourselves, each other, our souls in everything.