I visited my friend Maryse today. Maryse is a great artist. Since I have known her I have developed a better appreciation of art. I love spending time in her studio, talking to her about her art. I love the harmonious messiness of the space. It feels free. Free to think how you want to think, free to express what needs to be expressed. I think I have come to the conclusion that art is freedom. It may not be news to some of you, but the difference for me is that this time, when I write these words, I feel it. Art is freedom.