I am starting to believe happiness is an art. It looks different on everybody. Some people you have to really study and sit with a bit to see the happiness. Other people are like glitter painted rainbows and sunshine. Still others are very abstract, moody even, but the happiness is in there somewhere among all those shapes and colors. Every now and then, you will come across a very dark piece of work, something so dark and unsettling it would be very hard to look at long enough to find the happiness. I think I want to write about the gallery of art that surrounds me, about each person and the picture I see when I look at them. I want to write about the happiness they show and how it affects my world. Hmmmm…..something to think about.