I was a daddy’s girl on every count. He was my superhero in khaki pants, and I’ve saved every letter he ever wrote to me. Every few years I pull them out of the shoebox they’re in and rediscover just how timeless his wisdom and humor were.
So I wanted to share these lines of a letter American novelist Sherwood Anderson wrote to his son because they reminded me of something my dad would have said. At the time of this letter, Anderson’s 18 year-old son was studying art in Paris:
“The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself. [...] The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor. [...] The point of being an artist is that you may live.” (See the full letter here!)
I totally believe that art is somehow at the center of everything, but then again, I got a liberal arts education from a party school. Don’t let this lead you to the mistaken assumption that I wear hemp jewelry.