I would sooner a writer were vulgar than mincing; for life is vulgar,
and it is life he seeks. ~ W. Somerset Maugham
As an artist, by which I mean anyone who creates artistically in any medium, do you ever use your art as a down in the trenches, fight fire with fire type of weapon in the never-ending battle against the forces evil; or is your art reserved only as an expression of beauty and love and hope for Art’s sake with the ancillary hope that it will be so uplifting that the forces of evil will expire from the weight of love’s suffocating abundance?
I ask because, as some of you may know (since I’ve whined about it here, here, and here, among other places), I have had a difficult time arting, so to speak, ever since Trump’s election. I felt both depressed mentally and suppressed artistically.
And I blamed it all on Trump and his supporters.