Art allows us to process things we rarely give voice to.  It draws out emotions we are often too carefully shielding from the world to express or release. It's a performance that echoes what you remember.  It's a song that winds melodies around our hearts, stealing any superficial healing. It's a painting that arrests your senses and calls on a memory that faded with the sun after a fitful night of ephemeral visions. It's the winding of metals around precious stones to adorn the bodies of those we love.  It's the careful placement of stones and the manipulation of water and flora that invites fauna in a garden.