Think of breathing; think where sounds are made where tongue hits teeth, infant noises. I roll the tongue and throw letters to the back of my throat with enthusiasm.
Distance can't stop us sitting by the ocean with prosecco, can't stop us burning in the sun. When we’re there no one is about to leave, no one needs anyone to stay. When the sun is setting over the harbor our gossip is abstract. It's only real with the sunrise when you're on the cusp of something truly new.
I managed to stumble upon one of the most wonderful subdivisions of the art world, and it has informed my perspective on art and humanity in a way that inspires me to make my work more impactful, more significant, and more worthy of my time. Paradoxically, I have to leave to gain the perspective and skills that will allow me to do this but I won't forget the encouragement I found in these communities.
I'm not alone in feeling terrified, angry, sad, confused and guilty that it took until to take this situation I've found my country in seriously. I've also never found anything that so perfectly encapsulates my feelings on the subject until I started seeing David Barnes' illustrations about He Who Must Not Be Named Or I Might Increase His Ratings. THIS is what the presumptive Republican presidential candidate looks like in my mind, why my skin crawls when I think about him, why I used to giggle when I thought about his candidacy and why my heart sinks when I think about the people voting for him. But this is also the artistic moment I write for, when artists are able to visually express something I'm struggling to even wrap my head around.
I'm not actually surprised, because he helped formed my entire worldview, but I figured I'd take the reminder and share it.