Ideas that can find expression in art can come at any time and in any shape. While out delivering leaflets in my community earlier in the week, wearing protective gloves, I got on a train of thought about how contact and touch is so central to our humanity, even if it is sometimes ambivalent, risky or even dangerous - as it is in the current climate.
It lead me to Emily Dickinson's poem "He touched me, and I lived to know". It seemed a sad but important thought right now. I shall work on this idea further…
