I have spent the last week caring for my children, crying, shopping, crying and talking to my neighbours over fences. And I have been playing with my kids and baking and watching movies. Every night we talk about what we are grateful for. We have done this for years (it is a noun in our family, let’s do our gratefuls) but it has never been so important before.

I come from a family of artists. My sister is a painter and writer. My brother is a musician and poet and rock-balancer and Buddhist and Parkinsonian. My brother said to me, “Artists are not going away. We have always been there and we always will be.” One world. One people.