Listening and praying and watching and reading and writing Mostly trying to participate in the present in context of the past and future Advertisements
Ever since my dad showed me his pictures from the Edmond Pettus bridge march in 1954, I’ve had a “thing” for bridges. The mechanics, structure, planning, & fore-sight it takes to build one decides what gap it must fill, how heavy a load it will burden, and who will cross it. Human made structures are… Continue reading Natural Bridge
This acrylic painting was inspired by a photo I took of these two people (with permission). The girl was collecting shells with her dad, lots of shells, and I asked if I could view her bounty.
“The Green City” I am really digging into using greens, yellows and dark slate together. I feel colors have a meaning to us. I know it does for me. Of course, the caveat is that I am one of those synesthesiacs who feel and taste and smell colors, words, numbers, etc. No need to panic,… Continue reading This Green City
As I listen and let the brewing storm of politics ferment, I think of the painting I made for my father, “Wovoka”, acrylic on canvas. Wovoka was the Paiute who helped to encourage the Ghost Dance religion. For my father I say, “Keep the faith”.
These two said they had to get out and take advantage of the icy morning, unsure if another this year in Georgia will be available for play. So simple for his daughter to turn a container tub into a Daddy-drawn sled. Fully compliant and proud, Daddy pulled, tugged, slipped, and laughed. Daughter “woahed”, squealed, and… Continue reading Icy Play Day
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