Thinking without fear: Ruark Lewis
I am not sure I feel like talking about art. My mind wanders too easily toward anxiety and sadness, life and death, and connection—a fear of it, a desire for it. A palpable notion of being excluded from the accepted systems used to form a functioning society, locked out of (or into) the checkboxes to tick, too tired to jump over the bars that keep rising. This is not an unusual experience for those who live with varied bodies, divergent minds. Not unusual for anybody in this era, perhaps. So, I think. It dawns on me that I have instinctively created my own methods to cope, modes to make sense of this quotidian life between and around embedded social systems, the institutions.
