Hiroshi Sugitomo: Hyena-Jackal-Vulture, 1976
Damien Hirst, The Tears of Jesus, 2003-2005
So people are chopping journalist’s heads off in the world and super-fucking justifiable protest in the USA are being horribly mishandled.. And all the other problems we have to deal with (governmental, societal, or personal) are agonizingly always still there too (with the SLOWEST of minor advances). So I, as just a person in the world (not one of the many amazing altruists I’m privileged to know)(but a layman. a person who isn’t outgoing and Type A) wonder what I need to do. Do I grit my teeth and suffer as someone who would do more if I were more of a person? I honestly don’t know. But I truly believe this. Beauty is undeniable. If you can art, please, the world needs you to art. If you give great pep talks.. great hugs. I can’t stop racism by simply being against racism. I can’t make the assholes good. But please let us all flood the world with positivity and beauty and love and maybe our piece of the world will be a bit better. And maybe.. just maybe, that will spread.