Where I live is definitely not the art capitol of the world. Agriculture, yes, but hardly art. So when I saw that there was a sidewalk chalk festival in downtown today, I leapt at the chance to go, even if just to see some people get their hands colorful. After all the world has collectively endured in the past 24 hours in France and in the weeks/months/years prior in the Middle East, I spent another day not wanting to really think about the horrors. Headlines started to name names and in typical fashion, within the music industry, I knew one of the deceased due to his work with other bands that I'd worked with.
Enough is enough, was all my mind could think today, but the violence will never end. As long as there is humanity, there will always be sin, there will always be evil, and there will always sadness. So... art. To watch people, young and old, creating imagery with color and character was a blessing in and of itself. The afternoon with my son was a nice reminder of how fortunate we are to be in a country and a culture that (for the most part) accepts people for who they are, who they love, and what religion they practice.
Don't just pray for the people in Paris. Pray for your neighbor. Do something to help out, even if it's just in your own community. Spread good in whatever way you can. The world needs more of it. As an artist myself, I will always choose art over war. There's too much joy in creating and bringing smiles to faces of people. More art. More love. More Jesus. #UntilWeMeetAgainProject Day 70.