The next chapter of my life approaches.
He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Art will be central for the first time since poetry consumed more of my mind than any college essay could.
I’ll be cohabitating, working, and creating with another adult in deeper ways than I accomplished in ten years of marriage.
As shocking and new and devastating and dangerous as widowhood was (and is), it wasn’t a choice. This next chapter is filled with purpose and I am authoring it willingly, yet it is still unnerving.
Art is unsettling. Beautiful creations put into relief the ugliness of the world. There is peril and risk as art at once reveals and creates mysteries. It is not a casual endeavor.
The conversations below fell into my day to remind me the responsibility that comes with making art.
The first is about Mary, mother of Christ, and her symbolic meaning as portrayed in two-thousand years of art.
The second pertains to the contemporary state of art. It has me considering the Why of this next chapter. It is in my heart, but I’m piecing together the words.
