The purpose of man is in action, not thought.
– Thomas Carlyle

Shortly after I finished art school, reading Homer’s Iliad and Weary Dunlop’s War Diary, I decided that art meant standing on the sidelines, observing life, rather than being immersed in life itself. My humanities professor, Roger Sworder, cautioned me that ‘the man of action is only the servant of the man of thought’, but I wanted to be that ‘man’ of action and took myself off to the recruiting office.

Over many years, while parenting and taking numerous professional tangents, I’ve somehow kept gravitating back to the arts. While I don’t regret my service, I think that somewhere, in the first place, I missed something.

What if art is action?