We Need Art*

We Need Art*. We need smells, and tastes, and rose petals. We need your hand to hold, and we need strange little spooky towns to spend the afternoon in. We need our mother to make us haphazard peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before we leave for the day and we need new shoes, sometimes. We need candles to glow and clean spaces to roost in, for our feathers to fly in, for our hearts to expand in. We need food in our empty stomachs and dollars to throw to those who have nothing but emptiness and We Need Art.

*I wrote this odd little piece yesterday in a flash while sitting in a Starbucks. A roughly printed sign on the wall plainly and simply cried out for art. “We Need Art” it asked, send us your art, lend us your ears (it was asking for submissions for something or another). We do need it, we do. It’s on the hierarchy of needs, for pity’s sake.

(Image via 50 Watts, the new incarnation and incantation of a Journey Round My Skull.)


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