I remember living in Belfast during the ‘Troubles’. I wanted to visually capture the sense of driving home from work at the university in our little Renault 4 with baby in the car seat, the city bombs going off in the distance, frequently followed by army vehicles with guns pointed towards us. Beautiful mountains and ocean surrounding the city. I don’t have the skills to do these memories and feelings justice, but the process of trying was good for me. I saw Picasso’s Guernica in Madrid many years ago. He had the artistic skill to capture the horrors, but my artistic efforts still stretch me out in sympathy. So many have gone through situations worse than my Belfast experiences, and are still in the midst of them. My heart goes out to them in these fraught times in our fragile world, as I try, each day, to figure out what I can do to make a difference.