Paul Peter Piech at the People's History Museum

On Ben's recommendation, I went to go and see the exhibition of Paul Peter Piech's work at the People's History Museum in Manchester. It blew my mind, and heart, wide open. Although I really appreciate the work on a technical/aesthetic level, it was the content that made my seeing it feel oddly serendipitous; as if that work was precisely what I needed to see at that moment in time. 

Later, when I was thinking about exactly why I was attaching such significance to having seen the work, I decided that it was because the work actually means something. It's all alive with meaning and intention and reason for existing. 

Recently I've been feeling increasingly disenchanted with the constrictions that the term 'illustration' can place on art-making, and thinking that 90% of what we're expected to think and care about seems vacuous. This show was a reminder that humanity, and the emotion that pulses through the world and how people relate to the world around them is what is important to me.

I want to start writing.