Art is about love. Whether it be love of a person, a place or just the way the light glides through an open window on a cup of coffee, I’d argue that any painting, photograph, poem or piece of literature stems from some kind of love. This is especially true in the visual arts, where seeing is vital to the craft. By seeing, you’re already exerting a form of love, telling someone else, impassionate as it might be, that you see them. A painter depicting an open meadow, a poet describing the ways in which the sun reflects off a lover’s hair or even a photographer capturing a coffee cup illuminated by a ray of light are equally loving their subjects, looking beyond the superficial characteristics that most see and pointing toward a personal connection. Even art driven by other emotions – sadness, anger or humor – finds a connection to love. Art driven by sorrow is often tied to grief or love lost. Art which is motivated by hate can be tied to a hatred for love denied. Driven by humor, art is expressing a love for the joyous things in the world.