Music in the the Red Eye

We look at something unusual like this and call it art. We celebrate its imperfections, its creativity, and everything that makes it different. Yet when a child thinks differently, when someone's gender challenges expectations, or when a person doesn't fit society's definition of normal, we are so quick to call it a disorder. I've spent much of my life being told that parts of me needed fixing. I took this photo because this art made me wonder. Why do we celebrate difference in art, but spend so much of our lives trying to correct it in people?