It's an interesting conundrum: is art an escape, or a political tool? Do we do it to take a break, or to effect change? Mostly I do it to still my whirring brain, have a laugh, reinterpret reality in a pleasing or honoring way. But then Trump happens. Ukraine happens. The Supreme Court happens x2. It makes drawing feel useless in the face of painful reality. And I don't know what to do about that. But I'm grateful at least to know that another artist is suffering from the same dilemma.
When I’m on the fence about posting I think about the relief I feel when someone else echoes my thoughts. This is a new chapter, though: it matters to know there is dissent, and it matters to tell people you’re a part of it.
I continually struggle with whether or not to use my newsletter to add my voice to those raised in horror, rage, mourning. As someone who has worked in words her whole life, my first impulse to do so and sometimes I do.. Often though, ii just feel like I I would just be adding to the noise that flattens me. Your images are evocative and powerful. They are succinct yet layered. Abd sometimes you've got to get it out and we need to too .
Noise is such a problem, but maybe mostly so within echo chambers or when amplifying lies? It feels like the stakes demand overwhelming noise just to reach the ears of complacency. I guess I’m switching sides from consuming to producing noise; it is a small and internal step, but a necessary one.
It's an interesting conundrum: is art an escape, or a political tool? Do we do it to take a break, or to effect change? Mostly I do it to still my whirring brain, have a laugh, reinterpret reality in a pleasing or honoring way. But then Trump happens. Ukraine happens. The Supreme Court happens x2. It makes drawing feel useless in the face of painful reality. And I don't know what to do about that. But I'm grateful at least to know that another artist is suffering from the same dilemma.
When I’m on the fence about posting I think about the relief I feel when someone else echoes my thoughts. This is a new chapter, though: it matters to know there is dissent, and it matters to tell people you’re a part of it.
I continually struggle with whether or not to use my newsletter to add my voice to those raised in horror, rage, mourning. As someone who has worked in words her whole life, my first impulse to do so and sometimes I do.. Often though, ii just feel like I I would just be adding to the noise that flattens me. Your images are evocative and powerful. They are succinct yet layered. Abd sometimes you've got to get it out and we need to too .
Noise is such a problem, but maybe mostly so within echo chambers or when amplifying lies? It feels like the stakes demand overwhelming noise just to reach the ears of complacency. I guess I’m switching sides from consuming to producing noise; it is a small and internal step, but a necessary one.