“This is finite, this will end - it’s a dash, a blink…now you see me, now you don’t. Just one of those existential moments.” Those words crawled right out of my fingertips and onto a random page in a notebook, while I was in the middle of it all; the middle of grief and despair but with light and hope on its heels.
And then I heard this most lovely voice, full of humanity and connectedness. It took me to a place of warmth and comfort. That’s what art does. Art can take us to a place of transcendence, be it a photograph, a painting, a piece of music. That’s what it does.