Art is like when you love someone and your love for them spills over into everything they touch. Their ugly bag, their old sweater, their very ordinary car keys are all artifacts of their being. None of those things are very pretty but they sparkle with the essence of that person. You don't love them only for what they look like. An image is just a container for love with the façade of the thing on the outside—what's important is what's inside. Container, or should I say a portal into the world of that love?