What kind of chaos exists in the mind of someone who looks at the world, and thinks “Yes. Driving a truck through a crowd of people celebrating a national holiday is the best way to spread my ideology!”
With the attacks in Nice, France on Bastille Day, I found myself at a loss for words. It seemed as if, suddenly, the world was slipping into fear-driven chaos, and the response of so many around me was to retreat. Nationalism was returning with a vengeance. Brexit was still a fresh wound, and the US was increasingly encouraging the fear-mongering political platform of Trump.
I am driven by a desperate need to understand the “why” in life. But the attack in Nice reminded me that not everything can be reasoned. My dad used to say “You can’t argue with crazy,” and I’ve come to see the futility of bringing logic to an ideology fight. If 2016 taught us anything, it’s how hard it is to fight feelings with reason. It was a brutal realization that I’m still trying to come to terms with.
Because words failed me, I sought to explore my desire to control the chaos of this terrorist attack through art. Below are some paintings I created in an attempt to show the fragility of peace and balance.