Holding It All:

Art, Anger, and the Choice to Stay Awake

This morning I woke up with a swirl of thoughts competing for space inside my chest.
Some were about the state of our country—about the threat of military force being used against civilians by a man still seeking power.
Some were about art—specifically the quiet, sacred moments when a stranger stands in front of one of my paintings and visibly exhales

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And…