I need to confess something. After a year of making a lot political art, I was feeling tired. When I stitched that portrait of Erica Garner, I wanted to get it right. To honor her memory. To never forget. I cried a lot. I was starting to wonder if maybe I could stop for awhile, just make cute or pretty things. Things that didn't make me weep for the world. I'd scroll through Instagram and miss making silly things.
But then we went to LA and got to see the Into Action show. I've never felt so sure about the path I'd chosen, never felt so inspired. Moments after having the wind knocked out of me by a painting called "The Most Deadly Week in America," I turned to this pieced by Yolanda Guerra, eyes already filled with tears and felt my heart overflow with love.
Also, they had a room where you could literally smash the patriarchy. Or at least a dish with the word "White Supremacist Capitalist Patriarchy" and it felt amazing.
Then, as if I needed any other signs to keep at it, while passing through Oakland, we saw this:
So, if you need me, I'll be smashing the White Supremacist Capitalist Patriarchy - with art.