Art, Trauma, and Bumper Stickers
When I was in high school, some years ago, and just learning to drive, my best friend inherited her first car. It was a small Nissan Sentra, of a vibrant turquoise, and among its other charming quirks it carried a bumper sticker on the right hand fender that read “Art Saves Lives.” That bumper sticker always bothered me. It wasn’t funny, or tongue in cheek. It wasn’t political, or incendiary. And as a sticker of the heartwarming variety, it didn’t seem to strike any real chord.