Today, my art is my voice. As a person with multiple chronic illnesses and physical disability (We'll go into that more in a later post), I am unable to participate in the big march in DC, or in the myriad of other marches that have sprung up in my area. I had to tell a very excited friend who had decided to go last minute to the Women's March in Annapolis that my body just couldn't handle the combination of the cold, the walking & standing for long periods, and the crowds today. I didn't want to be a burden or a liability to my friends when my heart went bananas or my hip gave out.
But that's ok. Because I know my friend will be carrying my name in her heart - and because I am sitting here in my studio speaking through my art. I am creating work for a charitable project that will help fund the fight to end domestic violence against women. I am watching my sisters gather together in DC and elsewhere with pride.
Today, my art is my voice.