In our minds we can conceptualize any details we choose of our new home; we can picture the train stations in an urban utopia, we can name streets, and we can navigate the amusing labyrinth of a city only we know. Somewhere along the road we realize that those who designed real train stations are a kind of architectural artists, and those the streets are named after are artists, and behind every labyrinth is a very confused artist.
If I said that there will be an art gallery that aims to give a home to every refugee, every immigrant, and every person with struggles be they financial, emotional, or personal. It would be declared unanimously the greatest work of art in history; it connects all of humanity in an candid way as none of us are without struggle. That ancient man, that modern man, the immigrant, the single mother, the bullied child, the athlete, and the office folk, they are all artists; their art is utopia and their connection is home.