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Twenty Twenty One

New year hope? It’s questionable…Where to start? It’s hardly ideal. Bowie professed that we had 5 years, well, he’s gone five years and we haven’t done a great job.

I don’t think that the pandemic will have a wholly upward affect on creativity, in so far as I think it might be simplistic to try to draw lines or parallels… The crushing losses of these last months may squeeze the creative impulses a little too much… some people will have suffered so much that it may be difficult to return to it… even if it is just the simple fact that financially, it may not be viable for some people anymore. It’s always easy to say that creativity explodes out of suffering or despair, but that may be an outward view that doesn’t examine the real pain at the centre of the creative gesture…. the artist expressing pain, may very well be grasping to escape it’s crush.

2021, will, despite it’s darkness, have it’s artistic expression, but an element of that expression is self therapy and the marks and etched lines of this horrible time will be as much in the psyche as on the canvas or paper.

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