What if everything we make– Art– is because someone else, thousands of someones, placed their order??
What if nothing is made in a void,
what if nothing is birthed into the world without being called into the world by an audience,
by a tribe,
by its own family?
So literally every Thing we make exists in this world because it has a home in other people’s hearts already waiting for it?
Then artists are in the business of delivering answers to prayers.
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