Art, especially fine arts, is often considered superfluous, extravagant. 
Bills need to be paid, there are children to feed, a boss to suck up to first.
Thinking about a nice painting, to put in a house I cannot afford comes after accumulating more debt. C’est la vie, n’est-ce-pas?

The barrier of entry for appreciating art, seems to revolve around a certain amount of financial sustainability.  At the end of one spectrum, art is elitist and frivolous.   Even so, art is a necessity of life.  Art is a testament to a life well lived and experienced.   Besides a pleasant aesthetic, there is truth communicated through the barriers and boundaries of time and culture, a shared experienced that transcends our own selves. 

It’s quite simple to me.  Art gives space, provide pause and beauty.  I cannot deny what I feel.  Emotions are carriers of truth.   I’ve experienced this countless times, a deep feeling of gratitude; that I am part of something bigger than myself, that beauty exists apart from my bias.    That there is good in this life.