Why do we need art in our lives?

It may seem like a simple question. Yet those who truly collect art understand that collecting rarely begins with possession.

Collecting begins at the moment something resonates beyond logic. A work that stays with you. That continues to reveal itself over time. That seems to understand you before you fully understand it.

Perhaps because art is not separate from us, but an extension of something deeply rooted. A way to recognize ourselves, and to remain, even within something so temporary.