Opposite of the End of the World
Lately, as an artist, I have wondered what I could do in the face of all the hatred and suffering in the world. Was there a way I could help heal the world? Could I offer some comfort? I asked for help, I asked the artists of Akrotiri, the spirits of Klimt, Degas and Schiele, I asked the Macedonian girls lost in the holocaust, I asked the Great Mother Goddess, I asked the Soul of the World. I asked my favourite poet, Mary Oliver, who said, “You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting, you only have to let the soft animal of your body…love what it loves.” And then I listened, I heard the old, old stories, the myths that are also the deepest truths. I heard them from within me and felt them in the cells of my body, but also saw how they were woven into everything around me. I listened to the news. I saw the goodness in all religions that has often been obliterated by hate. I saw the stories of women, who innately know love but cannot be leaders, because they are told what they are good for and what they are not allowed. And then I painted and I listened to the voice I call my own. I learned I want to emphasize the importance of colour, it feels like a sacred language to me. I learned it is deeply significant for me to use symbols from all the different religions together in one painting. The deepest truth I came to is this: Love lives in us. At its most instinctual and elemental it is in a mother’s love for her child. It is a force, a power in the world that can be expanded upon to bring peace to the world, to bring comfort to the world. Let’s all hold the world like we hold a new-born child.
Let’s hold the world together.