You May Say I'm An Artist...More Like This
I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was th
You're Not AloneMore Like This
“Sometimes we lay aside our own troubles when we wipe away another's tears.”
Is no longer alone
his life is not easy; a winding, sometimes whimsical, sometimes tragic journey that ultimately finds terminus in the same common destination for each of us. No matter the brave, fierce constructs we build and serve that would have us believe we are each one of us all alone as we make this journey, we make our way toward the end of all things side-by-side in our community of the living each day defying death. Our paths may be wildly divergent—the way of the hungry and impoverished traveling the same timeline with the grotesquely indulgent, the very best of us side-by-side with the most evil of us; but all headed for the same fate: dust. Ever
Je Suis Charlie HebdoMore Like This
Je Suis Charlie Hebdo
Je suis Charlie
In Paris, France, 13 people were murdered, and among them 5 cartoon artists.
Murdered for being artists and journalists of a humor and satirical newspaper, “Charlie Hebdo.” The newspaper was under police protection and at least one of the police guards, unarmed, was killed as he begged for mercy lying in the street.
We are at a loss for words. The five art