That’s art.

To look at one thing, and see a million.

To turn sadness into longing

To turn the shocking

Into something from which we won’t turn away.

To translate beyond what appears obvious

Or make what seems obvious a mystery.

Art is looking at the cars in the parking

And seeing something different each time

Seeing the unknown and the abstract

And then the gray lines of something and someone I love

Seeing Dana, seeing our lives instead of the metal

That’s art.

Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade