These last few months, the upheaval, uncertainty, not only in the world at large, but in my own life, with the loss of my sister, knocked me back on my heels a bit. Things–actions–activism–I knew I had to do took over, but now I feel I have found a rhythm, found my feet, and so much of what I’ve worked through, thought through, clarified for myself in these last weeks, has been about what I will not surrender.
Art is at the heart of what I refuse to surrender, making it, sharing it, learning from it, from those with the courage to make it. Nope. No amount of fear-mongering will move me to abandon the making, or the makers.
Make art about what you will not surrender.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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