Fantabulosas 6 January 2026 (History Keeps Me Awake At Night)

Collage, digital color print, 13 x 19 inches

It’s January sixth again.

Push back.
Fight the weight of this fascist tilt.
But the desire to act is tangled with exhaustion and despair. Thick, invisible, the country presses on my chest, into my limbs, making any movement feel small, puny, inadequate.

Artists aren’t separate from history—they are embedded in it.
Making art in a time like this—when the country leans toward fascism, when borders are militarized, when violence is normalized—requires reckoning with both urgency and paralysis. This is not business as usual.

Witness. Record what others hide: cruelty, despair, contradictions of power.
Critique. Challenge authority, expose hypocrisy, reveal brutality, make the abstract tangible.
Layer. In moral confusion, art resists binaries. Embrace ambiguity, tension, paradox: anxiety, rage, hope all at once.
Incite. Spark imagination and action. Not propaganda, but work that energizes thinking, feeling, acting.
Survive. Bear witness ethically. Paralyzing despair is real, but still—we must speak truth.