“There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation. There is no one here but us chickens, and so it has always been: a people busy and powerful, knowledgeable, ambivalent, important, fearful, and self-aware; a people who scheme, promote, deceive, and conquer; who pray for their loved ones, and long to flee misery and skip death. It is a weakening and discoloring idea, that rustic people knew God personally once upon a time—or even knew selflessness or courage or literature—but that it is too late for us. In fact, the absolute is available to everyone in every age. There never was a more holy age than ours, and never a less.” —Annie Dillard
We are faced with the mysterious realities of existence and death. While I don’t believe that spirituality and art can fully explain these realities or necessarily take away our confusion, I do believe they can help. I believe the practice of grappling with questions—the practice of wrestling with mystery—matters. We may never find answers; in fact, we probably won’t, but in our searching we will be expanded and changed.
My projects give me a concrete way to search.
Underneath every project is my questioning heart. I am always striving after the ever-elusive correct definition of something. I want the history of things. I am always trying to understand the how and why. And I am constantly asking: “how does this work in the world?”
I have a million little questions. But right now I also have three big questions:
- How does our understanding of words affect our actions?
- What does it mean to believe in God without knowing what God is?
- How do we live a changed life in the regular world?