Many people in America today are facing an impossible choice. We call this Election Day. I am choosing to spend the day looking at all that is good about America and more specifically the state I live in, Delaware. No matter what happens today, we can’t let anyone take away the spirit of what makes us Americans. We have liberties we often take for granted. Beyond the politics of it all, we all should want the best for each other, especially the children. We have so much talent in this country. Each mind is a unique and wonderful creation of beauty and grace. In Delaware, we have people doing things no one hears about, every single day. We have children who have so many gifts. We have stories of hope and inspiration. As a friend of mine said on Facebook the other day, we are more than this election.
This Is Us
This Is Us
This Is Us
I painted this cause I felt like the play was about life, you know, and life is about color. And we each get to come along and we add our own color to the painting. And even though it’s not very big, the painting, you still have to figure that it goes on forever, you know, you still have to figure that it goes on forever, you know, in each direction, to like infinity, cause that’s kind of like life. It’s really crazy if you think about it, a hundred years ago some guy that I never met came to this country with a suitcase. He has a son, who has a son, who has me. So at first, when I was painting, I was thinking, up here, maybe that was that guy’s part of the painting, and down here, that’s my part of the painting. And then I started to think, what if we’re all in the painting everywhere? What if we’re in the painting before we’re born, what if we’re in it after we die? And these colors we keep adding, what if they keep getting added on top of one another until eventually we’re not different colors anymore, we’re just… one thing, just one painting? My dad isn’t with us anymore. He’s not alive, but he’s with us. He’s with me every day. It all just sort of fits somehow. Even if you don’t understand how yet. And people will die in our lives, people that we love. In the future, maybe tomorrow, maybe years from now. It’s kind of beautiful, right, if you think about it. Just because someone dies, just because you can’t see them or talk to them anymore, it doesn’t mean they’re not still in the painting. I think that’s maybe the point of the whole thing. There’s no dying. There’s no you, or me, or them, it’s just us. And this sloppy, wild, colorful, magical thing that has no beginning, has no end, it’s right here. I think it’s us.
*Special thanks to Liz and John…
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