Artists are the pinhole cameras of society. We create shadow plays of the events happening in our culture. Sometimes the shadows are what you expect; sometimes every thing changes and moves, or even disappears.
I guess the point I’m trying to make is that ART (including fiction) is the safe place to watch the big, cosmic things happen. You don’t need special equipment, or mechanical tricks of light and shadow. This service we provide is a part of out nature if our voices are free. We show you intangible things like eclipses and justice. The feel of sunlight and hope. Of darkness and despair. We show you as much as we can, to the best of our ability, but also within our limits. It’s up to you, and me, what we do with it. We create the world we live in.
I keep forgetting to mention it, but I really do like hearing your points of view (and stories) on my various topics of writerly life. Sometimes I’m slow on a response, or completely miss a comment, but I AM trying to make myself available as a sounding board. It makes the whole thing seem less like self-imposed solitude. NOBODY understands the creative weirdness of the artist/writer life like another artist/writer. So feel free to comment, here or on Facebook. (Twitter seems harder to follow threads, but also do-able.)