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In America.
The news has been dominated by horrors. Has it always been this way? It’s hard to say. We have access to so much information and news sources that it is difficult not to be affected by what happens here in our own countries and what happens elsewhere. It can feel overwhelming. Volcanos are erupting, the Gaza Strip has seen its deadliest week in years. Iran is threatening nuclear attacks, last month it was North Korea – who will be next? School children are being murdered for no good reason in America, in classrooms, on a regular basis and no-one will take away the guns of war being used. A country once recognized for its love of peace and liberty and freedom of religion, representational of new hope and a place to start over is now obviously (it really always was) a land dominated by white-power, dirty money and force with borders that no-longer welcome the weary. Gone is the hopeful USA, fearful and angry now, it is a land that we, those who care, those who love, those who understand, those who see, those who read and write and make art, must fight for. Apathy is out of style.
FAKE NEWS.
“FAKE NEWS!” they would claim if they read this. The white men in power are critical of any negative reporting about them and try to make the uncomfortable truths vanish, using money and smoke and mirrors, but they can not deny the acts of mother nature. The one female figure they have yet to figure out how to oppress.
As tensions across the globe increase, the Earth writhes, shakes and explodes. We are standing in a moment of uncertainty. An earthquake is coming. The rivers and skies are turning red. The water is being poisoned and covered up by corporations focused on dollar signs to benefit the few. How will we fix the floodgates? How will we protect the innocent? How can we prepare? Can we get past this moment?
Dark Red.
Ok, shit got a little dark. Dark red to be exact. Please appreciate this series, a work in progress, of art that has turned from blue to red. A commentary on what it feels like to stand in the middle of the year 2018.
