The problem of evil is one that never goes away because there is evil in man. But we must watch for it, understand it and guard against it, both within and without. But who defines what is evil? When you are free you have to ask yourself, to find this moral compass, to seek your own humanity. You won't find it staring at your phone, staring into eternity beyond the grave. The role of painting in society has been subsumed by other flashier and more interactive media, but it retains its power of touch, as an image made over time, a poetic cipher related to the hand of man who made it. We are not monkeys, but we are little more than that and we continue to confront the mystery of what makes us human. Painting is a part of that mystery. Every day you get up and every day a parrot shits on your face; in the words of Samuel Beckett: “
