Why Art Matters

A couple of days ago, my Beloved and I went to go see a live production by Manual Cinema. We got our tickets at the last minute, so we were seated at opposite sides of the stage from each other, right in the front row. I could look across the stage and see the exact expression on his face at any time. Near the end of the show, when I had tears streaming down my face, I looked across and saw that he also had tears streaming down his face. And that, my dear ones, is the inspiration for today’s draft.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI went to see a play last night and in it,someone died. The one left behind stood at the edge of the stage,she spoke grief and fear and loneliness out into the space andI felt it.I felt it underneath my bones. She pulled the words from my own heart and lit them up with fire.There they were, burning before me.Tender and raw and indestructible.