It’s the art that survives
The public broadcaster desperately needs the public to believe in it. Between its own stumbles and ceaseless right-wing hostility, it is in danger of losing its way.
As we enter this new phase, I find myself falling deeper into my art practice again. I’ve picked up my pencils and paintbrushes. I’m watching more movies. Listening to more music. Staring at more paintings.
I remind myself that in the end, it’s the art that always survives. It’s the art that’s hung in museums. It’s the art that is celebrated.
They won’t be. History will reveal who they are and they’ll have no say.
Our creativity and art is our super power. Why else would they work so hard to control it?
Bourdain
I drunk bought a print of Anthony Bourdain on Etsy recently, and I do not regret it at all.
Can’t wait to get this one framed.