Like a guide dog, paintings help you see.
If the real world is orange juice, then art is like orange-juice concentrate.
If there is some art involved, Id like it to be that it came through the cracks of daily work.
The town where I grew up has a zip code of E-I-E-I-O.
It was taunted as reality. It was dangled as a carrot. In terms of people's hopes and dreams, to say that that is less of a reality than the daily grind they find themselves in is maybe not correct.
I don't think you really can send an exact message, because any two viewers are so disparate, in terms of their backgrounds, their point of view, their histories, that there's no telling what that message might be.