He says he’s going to stop his Art.
He’s going to let his life’s work go, since the political purpose that has now taken over this country, like a UFO.
These last 2 weeks have been like a UFO, suspended from the ground, us civilians looking up with question-marked faces.
He’s going to stop it all.
It’s stumped me.
I’m not sure how to respond.
Art will change, life will change, restrictions will be made for the ethnically birthed and ethnically inclined. Always has, always will.
But, stop your purpose?
Like, put on the breaks and with all your might
Turn the wheel to the opposite direction?
Spin the car to the left or right, just definitely not straight anymore.
Go off-road like, stop-stop?
This man is talented.
This man is much needed in our industry.
This man has a future.
But Trump has trumped that.
I don’t know how that feels
To cut off my right arm.
Come hell or high water, I do what I do.
Not because my mind tells me so, but because my heart leads the way.
I can’t stop this thing.
His choice brings perspective.
The inertia of our lives as we journey through this path
Is like a train in motion
Trekking over hills and flat surfaces, always, “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
But even that ‘reassurance’ can be plucked and tossed aside.
It’s humbling to know how fragile it all is.