I listen to the news, turning it off and on and off again. I remember my father reading the newspaper and saying, ‘the world is no worse now than it ever was’. He’d laugh to himself and continue reading.
Do I believe him?
I go into the studio and images appear.
I have been making art my entire life.
It’s my first language and the impulse comes from a place that is fierce, tender and vulnerable.
We need art.
It helps us grapple with the unfathomable and the ambiguous.
We recognize our darkness and our light and in the end, I believe my father.