tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575476540151851622.post5201995261043931245..comments2023-10-10T09:31:22.679-07:00Comments on The Dirt Worker’s Journal: Open Letter to Brandon GrahamJason E. Hodgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05254935477207190012noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575476540151851622.post-85433805769678788762018-05-28T17:56:24.937-07:002018-05-28T17:56:24.937-07:00Jason- Did you know I used to be a potter. Sometim...Jason- Did you know I used to be a potter. Sometimes I’d strive for elaborate and artistically powerful scultuaral pieces that addressed social issues. But some days, I’d lose faith in the gallery system, in critics and professors and other artists and people in general. Depression over the fraught relationship between the arts and commerce in a free-market would undo me. On those days it was reasssuring to sit at a wheel and throw a mug, pull a handle, and know that at least I’d created something of practical use A thing to hold warm between two hands on a cold morning. <br /><br />Still, making a mug or a social manefesto both require a creative act. ultimately that’s all I know: That to make is better than to tear down, to build is better than to surrender. <br /><br />Thanks for the poem. I love it. It moves me. I’m honored. Brandon S Grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00636847102158789189noreply@blogger.com