I can’t recall where I was, but I had to take a photo of this art exhibit.
It’s intriguing because it’s making art out of something broken.
It demonstrates the truth that all of creation is broken. At the same time, it’s completely false in how everything is broken in the same places.
Sometimes sweeping statements like everything is broken, doesn’t really help.
We’re all broken, but you’re not broken like I am broken. We don’t fall and crack in the same spots.
Even shared experiences doesn’t allow us assume we’re fractured in all the same ways.
He’s a minority, she’s gay, they’re poor… they must feel like this…
Is that really true?
If people knew how you were truly broken, hurting,and struggling, how might they treat you differently?