“Painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.”
So said Pablo Picasso.
The same is true of writing.
I have nothing to say about the quotation. It speaks for itself.
It seems that so many artists, of all kinds, those of us who live relatively easy lives, forget the power we possess, latent though it may be. Art is an instrument of other things as well, beauty, ugliness, imagination, creating entire new worlds within this one we inhabit. But it always has the potential to question, challenge, defy. To wage war.
Never forget that.