As I woke up this morning, I had a very unpopular thought -- Art making, inherently, is a form of therapy.  What I mean is that the process of making art is the process of synthesizing information, sometimes (often) painful “data.”  By converting this pain into a creative product, we have also converted our pain somehow.  Is not this transformation, de facto, healing? Great art must be MORE than this conversion (says lil’ ol’ me) but it cannot escape how it has changed (healed?) its maker.