The Lost Art

I love art. Any and all versions, mediums (did I say that right?) of artistic expression. 
I am not an 'artist', but I wish I were. 
To some degree we are all artistic.  In our daily living we have to be imaginative, we have to practice things like driving and talking and at some point we feel we have mastered the art of....fill in the blank.

The Arts define humanity; its diversity and variety. 

Every artist is telling a story.  Painting a picture; either of a scene from their perspective or sharing their vision of something beyond paper and paint. 
Music is expression that all peoples understand and transcends language.
Literature is bound by words but acting cannot be easily misunderstood.

Have we lost our way as a society to nurture and encourage art and artistic expression?  Is there far too much technology telling us what to do, how to think and where to be entertained?

If you have ever watched a 4 year old, with no toys, have an adventure alone then you know how children naturally engage their imagination.  Rocks and sticks become guns and bullets or bats and balls, a cardboard box becomes a house or a car or a robot or a tunnel.

If allowed, if given enough space and time we can all find our voice, and use our imagination to paint. 
We could all be artists painting our experience; using words to describe, colors to express, music to impart and actions to relate what we are learning about life and the practice of the art of being human.