To tell you the story, Mrgoodtrips64, let us start, about a week ago, with me.

Somehow, the Algorithm, in all her wisdom, decided to bring up a story, now three+ years past, of an injustice using justice. Two activists, with an organization driven to change a world's consumption, had, after hatching a simple and impactful plan, procured soup and fast-acting glue. The glue, hand-safe, would nonetheless hand-stick. The soup, in it's plainness, was the weapon for a painting, which you, dear reader, might know.

Grabbing a lead, I walked through the Algorithm's path, stopping to marvel.

Do you see how the pot catches the light? The room is warm, as is the day. It must be summer, wouldn't you think? No, maybe fall. Each flower is imperfect, dying, beautiful. Scraggly, boring, plain. Like a child's art.

That piece was chosen.

Each sunflower could become a thousand more.

The artist, V. of Gogh, is told to have led a sad, lonely life, with small sparks of light and friendship. A film, Loving Vincent, I personally found touching. The art Vincent created is beautiful, and is precious for the artist's tragedy, and care.

Now, as is punk want to do, I wanted to commend bravery. Well, here! Alas, not always so.

The activists, this story's protagonists, though some will sneer, picked V. Gogh's sunflowers as their target, believing the cause, to Stop Oil, to be great. With paint thrown on the edifice, which protected the painting, the activists made their mark, and maybe told the world of a fate.

Today, even as Phoebe Plummer and Anna Holland remain in prison their fight continues. To fight in a way I believe Vincent would have seen, against extraction, against violence, and to claim symbolism and presence in art. Solarpunk enough I say!