You’ll likely hear an infinite variety of definitions for Art within this blog. Like the poop orifice, everyone has one. But there’s a common one which has always been especially meaningful to me. You’ve undoubtedly heard, “Art is imitation”. For most of my early years, this definition filled me with the guiltiest sense of shameful truth. Many non-artists still labor under the impression that an artistic genius can spring forth entirely unabated by such trivial, earth-bound methods as close observation, education, or practice. After all, look at Shakespeare… (Right, don’t get me started!–Yet…) But for those of us who aspire to creating images, songs, or tales to move people, which of us can deny that somehow, at some point in our past, we were all little more than parrots.