This is my third essay on the subject of creativity as an unbreakable grand narrative because it is tied to human nature. These are the enemies that are trying to stop it.

This month I went to a funeral for an artist. Not necessarily a great artist, or a well remembered name. But one that entertained with their art, and one that will be remembered by the works that they did.

I won’t name them, don’t need to because this applies to any of the millions of artists that won’t appear in “In Memoriams” on award shows when they die. The anonymous lounge singers, the home decorators whose masterpiece is their own home. The community theater acting troupe or the rock cover band that does regular shows at the local dive bar. There are millions of artists around the world many very talented, but unrecognized outside their local group.

The unrecognized artists that make your life better in subtle ways you may not even notice. This essay is dedicated to them.