The most bittersweet thing about being an art lover is the realization that for every epic concert, stimulating exhibit or enthralling literary journey, there is an infinite amount of great work that one will never have the chance to consume, no matter how much time is devoted to its pursuit. To make matters worse, if you are at all inclined to put a pen to paper or tickle the ivories from time to time, with that time goes even more time that could be devoted to quality consumption. Simply put, how does one choose?
