An Artist’s Statement

I dreamt last night that death was a cobbled village road on a dark but cosy night. A few street lamps lit the way and I think it had been raining. There were many doors leading off the path and inside one was a bursting coffee shop. The lighting was bright and warm, and the counter a beautiful, worn wooden slab. The room was full of departed souls that were laughing and chatting, swaying and remembering. Some carried heavy coats but most were light and floated about, barely touching the floor.

There is another kind of death. More frightening and sorrowful. It is death while alive. Asleep while awake.

My work, in whatever form it takes, tries to ensure that we gather our full measure of life-learnings while we are still breathing. That we don’t merely exist or, worse yet, that we aren’t the sling-shot through the souls of others in the time we have together.

I create because I don’t know how not to share the human experience this way. The gift of putting words into sentences that change minds, is one I embrace.

Because my job isn’t done if we arrive on that cobbled road for our eternal espressos, only half formed and overflowing with regret.

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This is the Artists Statement of someone who wishes to remain anonymous. We think it is beautiful!

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