Paintings are seldom guilty and often framed for crimes they did not commit. Some cover holes-holes in walls, holes in lives. Some make holes-in wallets, holes in hearts in negative space.
There’s nothing like the feeling of knowing that you’ve made a difference in someone’s life, even if that difference is a lifetime of nightmares and a fortune in therapy bills.
The seeds of who I am now had been planted. Fools aren’t born, I wrote in my notebook one day during ethics class. They are watered and grown like weeds by institutions such as Christianity.
