I worry a lot

I worry about my children living in this world where it seems we don’t really have that much control. I become healed with thread and cloth. It’s quiet work and it soothes me and comforts me. I wonder how it can make a difference? Why make art, when there is so much else that one could/should do? So many more important things? How can we make art while bombs kill innocents in Iraq? Or earthquakes and mudslides ruin entire villages? How is such work relevant today? Sometimes I think I have an answer. Most of the time, all I have are questions.