Metamorphosis

Can we measure hope, dreams, wants?

Really steal a kiss?

Art Prescription:  Some of the most poignant parts of life are immeasurable. Things we cannot fill a bucket with and say, okay I’m done. Like the breeze drifting through an open window, life can be difficult to constrain, put it all in nice order. The breeze has no motive. There is no way to measure the luxurious feeling of a cool evening breeze across your face…it just is.  We live in a world full of comparisons and judgement…what if the most important things of all are the things we cannot measure or see. What if we could be fluid and flexible, like water, change effortlessly?