I’ve been thinking a lot lately about who gets to have a voice and why. Who gets listened to and who doesn’t. And while I don’t have any answers for this incredibly complex and complicated issue, I do know one thing for sure. I wish we would all be just a little bit kinder to each other. All of us. Everywhere. Just a little bit. As this poem by Nicolette Sowder says, “May we raise children who love the unloved things.” If only.
Suggestions for artists I should check out? Please contact me with your ideas. I hope you enjoyed your daily helping of art!
