“This is not a time to throw up our hands, this is a time to roll up our sleeves.”

Our instinct when things get overwhelming is often to turn numb. It’s to fly above the hurt. But art brings an irony to this. It refuses to let us continue on. It’s a moment of fixated time that lives forever. It’s one emotion, displayed in all of its depth. It’s what reminds us that we’re not alone in this overwhelm, in this pain, in this uncertainty.

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