I woke this morning to a Facebook FILLED with death, shootings, war, violence and saddness. It got me thinking. If this cycle continues without people standing strong, united as one, it will never change. Change is hard, undoubtedly but in this instance doing nothing is far worse for everyone involved. For us as a race.
People are people where I’m from. Race, religion and labels don’t matter so much. If this world continues down the path of fueled fear, our fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters and children will soon be ghosts of time and circumstance. How many people are we willing to lose before we truly get it? How many black armbands, graves dug, hospitalizations from wounds do we need before we wake up and take some positive action?
This subject is truly taboo and I know how sensitive it is right now. Our leaders aren’t calling for love, peace or helping us see that we are all human and deserve the right to be treated equally. No. Worldwide there is a fear campaign in place to hate your neighbour- fear someone who doesn’t look like the person in the mirror. I am making an effort to smile at strangers, create conversations with people I have yet to meet and NOT post the negative that is all over our social media pages.
As an artist I feel that I CAN make a difference. I can use my art to shake, stimulate and start the train of thought. Why can we not be positive, why can we not induce the changes we wish to see?
This image was created today after a long consideration on what I had witnessed today onilne. It’s called “Ghosts of War”
You can’t see them but there are 9 ghosts in this image, two ruined buildings, a dragonfly (which I promise you wont see him) and a helicopter. “Ghosts of War” was created today and I think it had a great deal to do with my Facebook feed. I tend to absorb life and what’s going on and this was on everyone’s lips today. We are fighting wars with each other, with strangers and all fueled by fear.
I know I choose peace every time.