Dear Humans,

The other day my daughter said the sky looked just like a painting. And it did–fluffy white clouds stacked up against a blue sky like they’d been put there by a paint brush.

And to think those incredible clouds are nothing but water vapor condensed on particles of dust in the air. That we see beauty in such simple things, tells us that it’s something that it’s important to humans and our survival.

Because if you think about art, it too comes from simple stuff. Sculptures made of clay, paintings made of oils and clays and eggs, drawings made of charcoal. But then humans do that something that humans do: we combine it with something inside of us to make it more. More meaningful and more beautiful. Because we know that doing so is somehow essential to our survival.

Sincerley,

Mr. Curt