I like weird. In my people and in my art. Weird is inherently hopeful to me, because it dares to challenge reality, and reality is pretty unforgiving these days. I remember when 'hope'--as an idea--felt pleasant and fun, even kind of sparkly at the edges. Now hope feels like a hammer; a brute force type thing. Most days I don't even want to pick it up, it feels so heavy, and kind of outdated. I don't know how to heal the world or even heal my neighbor, but I know I want others to feel joy in their weirdness, to feel less alone, and less afraid. All I can do, with my work and my life, is say: Thank you! Please don't give up! You are not alone!