Saturday, October 25, 2008

Spring Island Painting

Here is a little painting of a well-preserved slave house on Spring Island. It's astonishing to think how barbaric some Americans were in the not-that-distant past, and I think that's why we should keep reminders like this little house, so that we can aim for a higher level of the National character. It was all about money, just as the recent rampant greed on Wall Street was, and when it's all about money no good comes of it. People are still trafficking in humans today, and the sick, sick thought is, there are still customers.

Weird Week

My head is spinning. Deaths in in-law's families this week, very sad. Got to see my grandchildren from Memphis, who just dazzled me with their brilliance. They are also very funny, and such talented artists. Anime' apparently is a great teacher of figure drawing. My 16-year-old granddaughter can draw figures in any pose, including very foreshortened ones. She's way ahead of where I was at her age!

Watching the economy reach scary lows and wondering where the bottom is. They let the fox watch the henhouse and were surprised when the chickens disappeared. Now if people would just realize that art increases in value...there must be a slogan there...Appreciate Art, Because Art Appreciates?

Voted early yesterday. It was raining, it was early morning, yet there were long lines. Pretty exciting. My county in Florida uses those ballots where you blacken an oval with a pen. It works. Why doesn't everyone do that? If we can only get through one election without my state held up for ridicule...come on, Florida, you can do it!

Friday, October 3, 2008

The Artist's Lament

There once was an artist named Lil,
Whose creative juices stood still.
She consulted her Muse,
Then she pondered her shoes,
And then got up to dust off the sill.

(And we've all been there.)