The world rolls along. People are born and others die in Mother Earth's loving arms, called home at last, and others in the maelstrom of a tyrant's war, home-made shrapnel in their guts, blood staining the desert sand. The world rolls along. Every television set says "nothing is amiss; those doubts you have are foolish." Your head tries to accept that lie but your heart feels what it feels, so you doubt. Sometimes you are pretty sure what you feel is beyond doubt, is knowledge- basic truth. We artists make art in order to discover the truth. Whatever, for us, the truth may be at any given time. It is so hard to trust anything these days. We've been bought and sold so deep in our souls that it is hard to get out from under the lies and deals which keep it all rolling. Sometimes unexpectedly the smoke clears and we are given glimpses of the truth. For artists these glimpses offer a sacred responsibility. We attempt to remember these fleeting moments and communicate them back into the world in ways which can be grasped and held onto by the people. Maybe we touch those deep soul wounds where we've been bought and sold.

Thursday, June 18th 2009