When you have kids you worry. A lot.
I just never conceived of mad men storming a theatre and hunting them. My kids are safe but a 100 families will get the news that they don't have to worry about their children anymore, instead they will have to bury them.
My daughter asked me why people hate so much and I couldn't even fake a comforting answer. I just don't understand.
So it is late and I am in my studio where all the my familiar belongings comfort me and the only things I have to think about are values and colours and composition.
I worked on this painting that I had put aside. It is for veterans but it doesn't really matter does it?
There is just to much to remember.
Je me souviens - I remember.