We’ve been talking a lot about frying pans recently. How we like to cook our eggs in them, how cool it is when our moms wash them for us, what we’d like to do with them when that one jerk steals our pudding in the lunchroom again.
But aside from that super deep Rachel Lee Cook anti-drug commercial, there’s one other thing we haven’t mentioned.
What is feels like to actually be the fat, wobbly slab of bacon frying to a crisp in its own frazzled juices.
We like to pretend we’re stoic and try not to whine about it too much, but at one point or another we’ve all felt it. Fried. Well-done. Burnt to a crisp. With the way things have been going in this country and beyond over the past year and a half (read: crappily), that feeling has been creeping up on many of us more and more often. Whether you just graduated from college, are intentionally failing classes to avoid graduating from college, are finally accepting the fact that your college degree has absolutely nothing to do with your current occupation, or are among the many unfortunate people who have recently been laid-off; we’re all popping in the same pan.
Which, believe it or not, is a big part of the reason Meghan, Jamie, and I created Paper Darts. And it’s a big part of the reason we are dedicated and determined to push through the economic muck and keep this little magazine going and growing as long as humanly (or animally, how long do octopi live?) possible.
Paper Darts is not just meant to serve as platform for emerging artists; it’s meant to build, unite, inspire, and engage a creative community we all know exists but may not always know how to reach. It’s meant to foster artistic growth and forge new connections. And, let’s be honest, it’s meant to give you a reason to get off the couch, get out your laptop or paper, and get working on the tangible form of all your amazing intangible visions.
We’re all frying in the same pan, but baby, even burnt bacon can be delicious.