Bridges, thresholds, and liminal spaces. They tell us what is now is not what must always be. They are a transition, acknowledging both history and possibility. Transitional realms are hopeful. Hope can elicit curiosity in the most clenched of minds.

Over the years, bridges became a metaphor for how I approach my work. Perhaps because they've always made my heart race. They also always made me a little uncomfortable. They have a language all their own. A liminal threshold from one place to another, hovering over untraversable space. A span both magical and practical. I believe if time is taken to understand the chasm between the points to be bridged, the means and method of what, where, and how to build will reveal themselves.  

The arts have an opportunity to play a powerful role in social justice and cultural change. We must step bravely into that which is unknown or uncomfortable if society is to be inspired to follow suit. Stepping onto a bridge is an act of faith. I believe if artists create works of beauty and courage, those works might become both the bridge and the act; inspiring humanity and bravery in our audiences. 

That last thing I'll say here is that I've clocked enough time on the planet to have learned no one changes their mind because they're told their deeply held beliefs or identity is stupid and wrong. We have to find another way out of our societal stalemate. A story, powerfully told...one that steers clear of lecturing, shaming or inevitably bleak dystopias...has the potential to bridge us. Give us a means back to one another towards, perhaps not necessarily shared beliefs and choices, but shared humanity.