It hits me, often, how articulate people can be without words, and how art and creativity can touch the most inherent and ancient parts of a human, the ones that we stumble over, repeatedly. A painting for example can leave you feeling held up, held together and held closely like nothing else can, and as more and more is written and realised and published on the subject of our self-inflicted planet destruction, I think it is probably, certainly, increasingly necessary and important to draw ourselves together with pencils. You think that tripping over that protruding pavement slab left you feeling unsettled? Wait until you run into the truth.