Have you ever had an out of body experience that sent chills down your spine, a moment that you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried? I had such an experience when I was twelve years old. I remember the exact moment and can vividly recall every detail with all of my senses. In that moment, I discovered my calling to become a musician. As years have passed, my understanding of that epiphany has grown deeper.
I could not agree more with the sentiments of Joseph Conrad on the condition of art. If the musician, or perhaps more accurately, the artist, is to succeed; "they shall arrest, for the space of a breath, the hands busy about the work of the earth, and compel men entranced by the sight of distant goals to glance for a moment at the surrounding vision of form and colour, of sunshine and shadows; to make them pause for a look, for a sigh, for a smile — such is the aim, difficult and evanescent. But sometimes, even that task is accomplished. And when it is accomplished — behold! — all the truth of life is there: a moment of vision, a sigh, a smile — the return to an eternal rest, and, perhaps, also that glimpse of truth for which we have forgotten to ask."
I believe in the power of the arts. Even more ardently however, I believe in the power of an arts education. I believe in its ability to enrich young minds and foster kinship among all people. Join me in the mission to spread beauty and goodness throughout the world. Read more here.