As a reflection of our suffering or our euphoria, art is entertainment; a play on how ridiculous or how profoundly deep we imagine our lives to be at the time. Similar to music, art is emotively stimulating while being oddly abstract and existing in real time a.k.a. the present. Art appears to be from the past yet, as its context is always in motion, the physicality of images is subject to constant relative change, and therefore, a successful work should endure the mangling effect of human opinion over time.

All that I am trying to say is that we are all a part of something exquisite. Beauty is an abundant tool we have and may use to better flow through the difficulties and simultaneously celebrate our success and survival, all while being present.