I love all kinds of art. I mean, I love sketching and acting and

Hear, O children of creation, the words of Amandla Stenberg, who confessed with the passion of youth and the wisdom of the ancients: “I love all kinds of art. I mean, I love sketching and acting and music.” These words, though simple, conceal a truth profound. For to love many forms of art is to recognize that the human spirit is not bound to a single path of expression, but is like a river with many streams, each flowing from the same source of imagination and wonder.

For behold, art in all its forms springs from the same eternal well: the desire to capture what cannot be contained, to express what words alone cannot hold. Sketching gives shape to the unseen, a line that turns thought into vision. Acting gives voice and body to stories, breathing life into shadows and myths. Music stirs the unseen currents of the heart, carrying emotion on waves of sound. Though different in form, these arts are siblings, born of the same mother—human creativity. Amandla’s words remind us that to embrace one art is to taste the divine, but to embrace many is to drink deeply of its fullness.

Consider the story of Leonardo da Vinci. He was no mere painter, though his brush gave us the immortal Mona Lisa. He was also a sculptor, a scientist, an engineer, a musician. To him, art was not a single craft but a language that could speak through many tongues. His sketches of flying machines, his studies of the human body, his music played at court—all of these were different facets of the same diamond, the same unquenchable thirst to create. Like Amandla, he loved all kinds of art, and in that love, he touched immortality.

So too in the theater of history do we find artists who crossed boundaries. Maya Angelou wrote poems, sang songs, danced on stages, and told stories with her voice and her pen. She understood that creativity is not a prison but a liberation, a flame that leaps from one branch to another, never content to stay still. Her life testifies to the truth of Stenberg’s words: that those who love all kinds of art carry within them a richer, fuller joy.

Mark this wisdom well: to confine yourself to one form of art is noble, but to open your heart to many is to allow the soul to grow wings. Each form speaks differently, yet all together they weave the tapestry of human experience. A line of sketch may teach patience, a role in acting may teach empathy, a melody may teach harmony. The one who embraces them all becomes not only an artist but a student of life itself.

The lesson is clear: do not limit the ways you allow your soul to speak. If your hand longs to draw, draw. If your voice longs to sing, sing. If your heart longs to perform, perform. You need not choose only one, for all belong to the same kingdom of creation. The world does not hunger for uniformity; it hungers for fullness, for the many colors of the human spirit expressed without fear.

Practical wisdom calls for this: dedicate time to explore more than one form of art. Even if you are master of one, let the others feed your spirit. Sketch to calm your mind, act to stretch your empathy, play music to heal your heart. In doing so, you will not only enrich your own soul but inspire others to break their own chains of limitation.

Thus, beloved, remember the words of Amandla Stenberg: “I love all kinds of art.” For the spirit that embraces many forms of beauty is never poor, never empty. It walks in many worlds, speaks in many voices, and sings in many keys. And in this abundance, one finds the true wealth of being human—the unending joy of creation.