Did you know e.e. cummings painted?
You can see his gallery of work here. I almost cried when I discovered it. Sometimes I cry on the train when reading his poetry. Once, an older gentleman sitting nearby, leaned in and kindly offered a tissue. I cried harder as I tried to convince him that I wasn't sad at all, which was the truth.
This is also the truth, at least for me:
"I thank you, God.
For most this amazing day.
For the leaping greenly
spirit of trees;
And the blue, true dream of sky;
And for everything
which is natural,
which is infinite,
which is yes."
-e.e.cummings (and my family's version of grace, since as far back as I can remember).