When the world is in a state of turmoil, what is the place of the artist?
Or more relevant for our purposes, what is the place of the developing artist, one whose work may not be fully in flower, but is still learning?
I don't know the answer to this question, but I will say this; no one is better equipped to address reality than you. You, who are perhaps not a talk-walking auteur, but who retain your status as ordinary person. You move through this world with eyes and ears open to regular life, whatever that means to your particular place and role.
Perhaps more than the confident, powerful storyteller, you have access to the ground floor of human experience. You are living it. You have free license now to frame whatever you see in your own life around whatever subtle or strident message you see fit. You may not even know what it is, until it bursts forth onto the page. (Or other metaphoric clay.)
Person, use your individual experience now, and try to make sense of what is happening. I don't advise stridency or propagandizing. Trust that as a citizen of earth, you have no choice but to have a point of view right now. What is it?
Some of the greatest art in the world bears witness to the absurdity of human behavior. If you have never read Camus, Dostoevsky or Kafka, I invite you to now. You may see patterns there. If you have never sought out the films of Sidney Lumet or Michael Moore, now is the time.
The only thing I know for sure is that none of us ought to be holding our tongues right now, unless that is a choice. Silence won't do.
Get to work.