"Some people say art is for change" by Pearce, not Lewis.

Naomi is a 21-year old third year student majoring in illustration at the Ontario College of Art & Design. On March 26th, she wakes up at 6:45 AM, leaves her house at 7:00 AM and makes it to the Erindale GO Station in Mississauga by 7:15 AM. As she waits in line to purchase a two-way ticket to Toronto Union Station that costs $10.20, she watches the stacks of the free Metro Toronto Newspaper get smaller and smaller. Every 7 out of 10 people who enter the ticket purchase & waiting area pick up this newspaper. She says to herself, “Hm, these people must really care about what’s going on in our city. It’s either that or they want to fit in and look cool – by looking interesting or by looking like the celebs in the fashion section.” She then decides to purchase a croissant since she had no time to eat a proper breakfast. The train comes at 7:30 and she makes her way down town.
She arrives at Union Station by 8:00 and transfers onto the TTC Subway, the University line, $2.75. She arrives at St. Patrick Station. Before heading outside, she coughs up a few dollars for The Toronto Star and Globe & Mail newspapers; and since it’s free, she decides to pick up the Metro, too. She goes out and heads west along Dundas. On her left she sees her friend Timmy. Unhesitatingly, she steps inside and grabs a medium triple-double, $1.24.
8:15, too early to replace her prized, now dried-out Sharpie, approximately $2.00.
She finally hits McCaul St., realizes she has a few minutes to enjoy her food, and makes her way to the second floor cafe of the main building. The moment she gets through the main doors she sees a sign that says: ART FOR A CHANGE. SOME CHANGE FOR ART. The subheading says: We all need to sacrifice something up for our love of art. She gives in; she can eat as she checks this thing out in the Great Hall. She enters the room and immediately sees two large canvasses, one with thumbnail-quality portraits aligned in a grid and the other with coins glued on to it. She gets closer, seems interested, and follows suit to participate: from the all that change accumulated from those routine purchases in the morning she pulls out a nickel, glues it to the canvas accordingly. Afterwards, she is asked to draw a self-portrait in one minute then pin it to the respective canvas. Done. She goes to class.

By personal reflection (or reading a small hand out or a large poster beside the display) she comes to realize: We all give up change for commute, supplies, newspapers (because we care about the world), and coffee. As art students, we spend all that to make our way and survive at art school to merely learn about art. Instead, we can directly use that change to make art. Coin on canvas. Collectively. And as for that self-portrait? Ask yourself, How long does money define you as an individual?

Again, this is Pearce using Lewis' account.