I met an artist in Kensington today who also happens to be homeless. His art supplies were: a small piece of cardboard, two pieces of paper and a pen. He was very excited to show us his work and when I asked if I could take a picture he happily said yes. As an artist, I’m not sure I’ve ever thought about not being able to create art, about not having supplies at my hand any time I want them. I’ve witnessed the way art spiritually and emotionally heals and transforms people. This guy had a backpack, the clothes on his back and his art supplies. That’s how important art is to him – his creativity is a gift. Witnessing this today was a humbling experience.