When you are young, the chasms in the collective supply of love and compassion show themselves to you little by little. The wounds in the universal psyche become more and more apparent as you learn of the unnecessary cruelty our world is so filled with. Your full sight begins to take shape as the answers to simple questions shock you. Imagine a 4-year-old you asking;
“Where do hotdogs come from?”
Imagine the dreadful realization that you have been eating animal flesh. That someone knowingly killed this innocent being, and here are it’s remains in your hand. Then imagine the moment that you accepted this fact, and began to piece together that it’s ok, this world and its cruelty must be accepted together, one does not exist without the other.
This was the moment I unknowingly became an artist.
It was the accepted injustices that seem too vast and far-reaching to fix, the wounds that people learn to accept and live with like voluntary amputees. They are what gave me intention, and what drove me towards the devotion to changing the accepted mindset through media.
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