i’ve been thinking a lot about the end of the world. not in a “doom and gloom” sort of way, but with vital curiosity.
on a good clear day, i can see a volcano from my window with no palpable sense of danger. if we run the numbers on the seismic state of things, seattle is way overdue for “the big one”. and the mud does slide, and the waters rise, and we all just keep on keeping on.
extraordinary communities arise from disaster. to quote rebecca solnit: “Disaster doesn’t sort us out by preferences; it drags us into emergencies that require we act, and act altruistically, bravely, and with initiative in order to survive or save the neighbors, no matter how we vote or what we do for a living.” this adds a certain poignancy, as i paint peacefully in my studio, next to a snow-topped volcano pressed against a lucid, blue sky.