There is something so ordered about these pictures. Carefully framed. Coordinated. All lined up like a family posing for a Christmas card picture. The arrangement doesn’t feel phony, but it does feel safe. Safe is not bad or wrong. It is perfectly natural to want to feel safe. But once we find our footing and feel safe for awhile, we can begin to stop protecting and guarding. We can come to see life as fragile. And maybe it is our ability to embrace this fragility that allows us to create art that is meaningful in a deeper kind of way, where the whole of human experience is felt rather than crafted. I can arrange as many collages as I want, take as many pretty pictures as I see, but there is no way to order life.