“Perhaps that’s why art in all its forms can feel like the purest expression of one soul to another. A means of transcending the boundaried self. It turns out Joni’s Blue is the case of wine I can drink and still remain standing. Her Blue pours out of me, not in a way she might recognise or even find at all touching, but it’s there, nevertheless. The soul forever pouring from one to another, making something new through art.”
