My mom told me a story. Or was it a dream?
There was this little prince, a magic crown, and this evil warlord kidnapped him. Locked him in this cell in a huge tower and took away his voice.
There was a window with bars and the prince kept smashing his head against the bars hoping that someone would hear the sound and find him.
The crown made the most beautiful sounds that anyone could have ever heard. You could hear the ringing for miles. It was SO beautiful that people wanted to grab the air.
No one found the prince. He never got out of the room. But the sound he made filled everything up with beauty.
Basquiat, The Movie 1996