Two thoughts lie within as I sit here thinking about art. I sit here on my lunch break thinking what does it mean today? A small window getting bigger and bigger while the opening stays the same. A world that feels like entrapment. Why do I feel trapped behind the thought of life? Will it melt away? The differences we hold toward one another. Is the thought of utopia too surreal to imagine real? My utopia rule for myself is to always smile. No matter the circumstance good or bad, a smile can change everything.