At its best, art is the final kick in the gut that is the inspiration of anarchy–a falling away of slivers of glass and rubbery sheets of paint, a noisy caving in of walls that leads to the whistling clear and lawless out-of-doors. Or it is a vision of life beyond confinement. Hopefully, art releases someone from somewhere they didn’t want to be; maybe someplace they didn’t know they were until they got away from it. full essay