So it’s becoming clear that I’ll never write a line like, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” or paint something that captures the essence of war. Once upon a time I thought if I wrote and drew long enough that I’d come up with something really profound, but for some reason, I keep coming back to family.
Family is universal, but so much is written about it, that it would be difficult to be profound. That’s okay because when I look at my family-inspired drawings I see something else there that’s just as good.
There is kid chaos and inspired silliness and something our media has gone to great lengths to discourage. There are people of completely different shapes , sizes, colors, points of view, and walks of life seeing the differences and finding strength and joy in them.
I’m starting to believe that, in a world where so many voices call for division, trying to see the people in it as part of one human family is joyfully subversive. And that may be more satisfying than being profound.