The idea of primitive elements combining to create art, and of the importance of relationships between elements, also exists in visual art and dance.” (Levitin,This is your brain on music; 18)

Our mother is not such of nature, as nature cannot be separate from us.
Rather she is Mother Creation. This air bubble in the vastness of this universe to our knowledge, is an otherwise lifeless place. Our cells made eyes to see, we crawled from swamps, found a way to walked tall and along that road came our child, Art. We birth her each day in our words even if it’s only a stray sentence. Our drive is fueled by him, pushing us each day to string those words together to bring new beauty to Mother creation. Our sometimes seemingly simple poems are really bold sacrifices to our bloodthirsty Mother.