Blinded by Love

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Friends.

This one is called “blinded by love”, the first in a series coming throughout 2026. Rather than holding on to his bags of money and blinded by greed, good ol’ Scrooge McDuck is blinded by love - handing out bags of love and grace and compassion.

These days we are all (the Right AND the Left) blinded by various things - our need to be right, our values, our ideals, our egos, our wealth, our follower counts, our social media likes, our opinions, our favorite Bible verses, our political candidates, etc.

Phew.

But, what if we could be blinded by love instead?

Yes.

What if rather than go on the attack whenever we come across a person or idea or thought or belief that is different than our own … what if we (first and foremost) respond with love instead?

What if we refuse to cancel people who see things differently?

What if we stop assuming a person’s beliefs or voting choices make up the entirety of that person?

What if we ask another question to understand before we shoot another arrow of judgment to wound?

What if we open our hands to hand out bags of compassion and grace and a true desire to understand as opposed to swinging fists of judgment and shame and arrogance?

What if we didn’t make the goal of every conversation to win or come out on top?

Insisting that “our side” is the best and the most holy and the most godly isn’t working. It does little more (for the Right or the Left) than fan sparks of arrogance into flame, outcasting and othering everyone who thinks differently than we do. This is what keeps the System going, this is what keeps those in power powerful - the more divided we are, the more power the System gains and the more those at the top of the social ladder benefit.

If we really want to toss a monkey wrench into things?

If we really want to rock the boat?

If we really want to create a change?

If we really want to kick the hornet’s nest?

Maybe it’s time to try something different. Perhaps we don’t need to see things eye to eye in order to walk forward arm in arm. Wild, I know. But perhaps, just perhaps there is another way.

Not too long ago I was called “a special kind of vile” because I chose to ask some questions rather than make sweeping judgments and shame my neighbors who think, vote, believe, etc. differently than me.

If showing too much love gets you called vile, gets you cancelled, gets you thrown up on a cross and crucified … so be it, I guess. At 43 years old and (maybe) almost halfway through my life, I’m at a place where I’ve built enough walls to keep people out and want to spend my energy creating longer tables. Tables are where ideas are created, problems are solved, understandings are made whereas walls create echo chambers on either side, emphasize an “us” vs. “them” mentality, and further the already massive divide.

Yes, I’m daring to be blinded by love. Welcome to the “blinded by love” series.

Want this one? DM me or comment with a price - any price, even $0 and it’s yours. It is acrylic paint and there is pink duct tape platered over his eyes. It’s sprayed with a glossy finish.

Much love.

• Glenn || SUPPORT / ART STUDIO