Picasso is noted as saying something along these lines – in order for art to blossom it must forget the rules.

When it ignores the expected, it sets itself free.

It finds its own unique voice.

It becomes authentic and real.

In this freedom art transcends all logic in the world.

It doesn’t ask for permission nor tether itself to the norm.

It simply exists to flourish as what cannot be contained.

It arises from the purest emotion that only wants to create.

It is there that art is vulnerable.

It is there that art is immense.

It is there where art connects with those who are able to contemplate it.

And in its imperfections, they recognize themselves.

True greatness lies in what dares to be unapologetically real.