It seems like every blog I follow has written, over the last two days, something about the tragedy in Boston. I think there are good and important things to say. No doubt there are issues of media coverage and so many other things. But, I have no words to speak to these things. All I can say is that my heart breaks for the people of Boston, those who were injured, and those who lost loved ones.
I was in Graduate School in Brooklyn when 9/11 occurred. It was a devastating time. So many artists responded to the tragedy by producing art work about the pain and the events. I never did. What I do artistically somehow seemed incapable of dealing with all that that day entailed. I collected source materials, newspapers and magazines, that I have kept in my studio for the last 12 years thinking that at some point is may feel appropriate. But, for me and my artwork it has yet to feel right. I feel somewhat the same way about Boston and blogging. I have a daughter that turned eight on Monday. As we celebrated her birthday, we did not tell her of the tragedy in Boston or how another eight year old had lost his life. She knows now. But, on Monday I did not have the words.
I have no profound insights to share. No political, theological, or artistic points to make. I don’t have the words. My heart aches. God knows the cry of my heart as he does of those in Boston and around the country that were affected by this tragedy. My heart weeps for their pain, their loss. I pray for their comfort and healing at such a difficult time.