RIP Robin Williams / 15 August 2014
It has taken me a while to write about Robin Williams for several reasons. I thought: why do it because he can’t read it, nor can I ease his family’s pain. Also, it has unsettled me deeply, because I can identify with his situation and am a bit more scared for myself.
You either loved Robin Williams or hated him. I loved his work, so much of it was putting a hand into human darkness and pain and bringing out beautiful words and laughter. Thank you, Robin, for that.
But now his beautiful heart will beat no more. He will create no more. There will be no more laughter – his or others. He is the curator of no more dreams. But also his pain has stilled in the razor storm.
One million people commit suicide a year. One million people’s laughter extinguished. Their silence is so painful, but I so understand their need for peace. I want the world and life to be their peace instead. I have realised my life will never be peaceful. It will be a place of constant hurt, chaos and confusion. But my hand is held very tightly by some beautiful people, like partner, friends, and fellow artists. So what can I do but stay?