Why do artists do their work? Is it, perhaps, to make everyone’s terrifying life a bit more whole? To lose my soul mate, Gail, has been like losing pure light and worrying over that light constantly. Much of my art has become grief’s humble parent, like how our children grow into adults but don’t we worry about them constantly? After a catastrophic loss…
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