on art, an excerpt

...But is that not something we inherently and automatically do? Is that not our duty and obligation as humans, to share what little we have with our brothers so that we can improve ourselves and grow together both individually and collectively in the process? Aren’t we all in this together? Aren’t we all essentially doing the same things? Trying to make sense of our situations, spinning straw into gold, twisting wool into a unified thread and trying to weave these strands into a cohesive fabric of understanding? It seems selfish to assume that an artist would create a piece of art with intentions to not share it with the world, because in creating that work, the artist is putting forth his personal investigations, analyses and conclusions. I do not see how withholding or altering this information would be productive or progressive. Doctors share their findings so that we can cure our ill; grandparents pass down their wisdom, anecdotes and personal histories so that we can learn from their pasts; mothers, fathers and teachers pass down their knowledge of the world so that we are better equipped to survive this lifetime. Whether or not we realize it, we all do this: we all compare notes with our friends and ask our designated confidants for advice and opinions for guidance. Art is just another form of that conversation.
Art is about communication. Talking, discussing, dialoguing, discoursing, debating, conversing: these are the conduits through which we exchange ideas, express thoughts, feelings, opinions, emotions, hopes and fears. Sharing the details of our lives is how we connect to other human beings. As artists, we choose to communicate visually, and without this capacity, this ability to make a truly intimate and meaningful connection with another living being, art is not worth making.