This is for the artists. The writers, the musicians, the comedians. This for the people who draw journal comics, write fanfics, craft fine-quality shitposts, write angry poetry, and remix pop songs.
This is especially for those artists who are queer, who are people of color, who are women, who are abuse survivors, who are non-Christian, who are fighting against an illness of the body or mind, and anyone else who believes they have been marginalized and had their rights and freedoms ignored by the results of this recent election.
We need your art. We need your stories, your verses, your jokes, your self-portraits, more than ever. The world needs to know your heart, and you deserve to show what is in your heart, in whatever way you know how.
I know that the process of creation is laden with fear, frustration, uncertainty, and distraction. I know how easy it is to trivialize your own creative desires and instincts, and how much everyday life can get in the way of making something. What I don’t know, and cannot imagine, is how much harder that must be when dealing with everything that comes with being a member of a minority in the United States. Making art now won’t get easier. But I do think that it is even more vital.
Paint. Sing. Write. Don’t worry about how good it is, just make it, and then spread them as far as you can. I won’t tell you not to despair, but I encourage you to try and capture that despair. I won’t tell you not to be angry, in fact I beg you to spit that anger into the mic and splash it across the canvas (or a brick wall, for that matter). Put your work into the world as much as you can, and spread each other’s work as far as you can, as often as you can.
When you don’t know what else to do, when everything else seems hopeless, turn to your art. Don’t let this moment, or the moments to come, go unrecorded.
We need your art. We need you… and personally, I can’t wait to see what you create.
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