We had this old picture in the hallway, reminding us of what Daddy said to us time and again.

He was an Arts History major and would tell us, “Creativity is every bit a part of our culture as a heartbeat to a living soul. Every brushstroke, every rhyme and rhythm, quaver or semi-quaver, the first chapter of every prose, begins with a single step. We dare to take this step knowing that in the long run, it will birth the next chapter of existential evolution.”

Art, he said, was an irrevocable manifestation of God, our creator’s likeness, in us.

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