This is the realm where our souls dance in rhythm to the beat of our hearts – the inbetween; where expression transverse the great divide. Here, we reach to the sky drawing from its unending canvass, a fabric of hope that is tangible. We transcend the archaic barriers of the past as it crumbles until all that is left standing are our bodies and art, small survivors of this revolution, equal, unbroken and even made whole.These waters have swirled for long and we have listened to its agony. This is a language we understand, one that enables us come they way we are, erasing the chasm of difference we become one.With art as mortar, we bridge this gaping hole Gently, we build a future for our selves and the ones who will come before us.