Art. Artist. Creation. Creativity. Such imposing words. So intimidating. So distant. And yet, we can all appreciate art as beauty, as a question. As an emotion. But what is it that we love so much about art? . Is it perhaps the beauty of it all? Is it that it materializes the value of an emotion. Or is it simply knowing that behind every piece there’s silence. So much silence in a world where noise is a constant. We’re starving for silence and that’s exactly what it seems that artists have. The opportunity to listen to their minds. Opportunities to create. Space. Solitude. Yes. we might just be buying the materialization of the greatest commodity of our time. Silence.
On what a Latina living in the USA thinks about the family separations taking place in the border.