Berg writes with humor and a big heart about resilience, loneliness, love, and hope. And the transcendence that redeems.
I truly believe the art's larger than the artist. Who cares about John Steinbeck? I care about the Joad family.
I love the earth too much to contemplate a life apart from it, although I believe in that life.
What is art if not a concentrated and impassioned effort to make something with the little we have, the little we see?
We receive and we lose, and we must try to achieve gratitude; and with that gratitude to embrace with whole hearts whatever of life that remains after the losses.
I think the deeper you go into questions, the deeper or more interesting the questions get. And I think that's the job of art.