sometimes, you see finer art pinned haphazardly to the wall of your friend's dirty cluttered garage studio than you could ever see in the walls of a gallery. it is sincere art, and gut-wrenchingly beautiful art, straight from the heart art that defies description and commercialization. and sometimes, walking down the dingy streets, face in the sun, eating lunch and laughing with that good friend is better than any vip pass to any world class show. yes, those days you thank the world for showing you how to find beauty and sincerity and inspiration, tucked away in the hidden corners of this world. and those days, you thank the world for showing you real connections in a sea of superficiality and slick salesmanship.