Sometimes I wonder about being a visual artist.

It's one of those things, where, unless you're viewing it, you'll never take anything away from it. It cannot be described to others to have any sort of impact. It must be seen and taken in. And this is entirely frustrating, to place upon myself the duty of changing the whole goddamn world and fix all its wrongs with just a single image. As if that can actually be done!

You see the artists of this world, of all mediums, struggle and try for change, and hit this road block that is memory.

People in this world will retain the memory of gossip or a split-second celebrity for longer than they will a powerful image or line of text.

All I want to do is reach down inside of you and tear you open until you can feel the pain of everything that you do and force you to change yourself so that you never have to feel that again. And by change, I mean that you should stop it.

And by change, they just build bigger scar tissues and burrow down deeper into their holes of de-lumination. Because apparently it is too much to ask that you treat others kindly and think of the world as a whole that you do in fact have an impact upon.

Because, as I am studying religious texts and imagery from the centuries, not a one of it has done any good. There are not many who act as their scriptures tell them to, which has always been of kindness and peace.

What are we doing wrong? What needs to be done to change you into being humans instead of monsterous beasts that consume and destroy and spread a vile sickness?

It is the riddle in my life that has no answer.