The hate that has been displayed and the violence that has occurred in the last few years leaves me almost without words. I used to think that today we just knew about events more quickly. This was why there seems to be more violence. But for whatever reason, people now feel free to express themselves in any manner of their choosing. In some ways, it makes me want to go back to the fifties when things appeared more peaceful—close to home at least.
But that takes us back to discrimination and hate of another kind, a more silent, behind the curtains hate. I need to remember that just because I didn’t know what was happening doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Today there is a constant ache in my chest from hearing and reading the news.
So, I take to my studio and try to release my own thoughts and feelings knowing that sometimes conveying a feeling takes more than a few words. I ask myself is color enough, a marking or two, perhaps a small image?
Nothing seems enough and yet everything seems too much.