Finding Each Other
3 hours ago
Primarily Small Works
Here is another page in my journal. Again it is not for sale. I have started working on the cow pastels again. All three are blocked in but none are finished. Hope your Christmas was merry. We made a nice dinner and curled up with a fire. We decided we had everything we needed so gifts for each other were not important. Only loving each other and everyday acts of kindness are plenty. As I look out the window...there are a thousand birds doing an ariel ballet. It is truely amazing.
This is another journal page from my "Crossing Borders Class". Egyptian artifacts are so beautiful and this collage gave me an excuse to use these images to make a photo montage. It almost feels tomb like.
This collage is attempting to get a handle on the idea of diversity. It is magazine slicks and fine tip Sharpie. I did about 20 or so of these collages. Now I have started my pastels of cows. I have the first one roughed in. When it is done I will post it. Nothing gets done over night but it is about constant progress. Every small positive action is important. All of those small actions add up to a big action or result over time. Remember, one day at a time.
This collage is about communicating, sharing ideas and speaking to one another. It is not just about talking but listening as well.
This is another collage from my "Crossing Borders Journal". Creole is the mixing of Black and Spanish heritage to create a hybrid culture. I have a new thought for today. "We are what we imagine. Our very existence consists in our imagination of ourselves... The greatest tragedy that can befall us is to go unimagined." by N. Scott Momaday. This idea is enough to really make you think.
In this collage the leaves represent all the earths people and their multitude of colors and the pencils are the artists through out the world and their many ethnicitys. The scene represents the peaceful place we all deserve.
The word cannibal in post colonial studies is not eating another human being but to take something from the dominant society and change it to fit the needs of the dominated people. I saw a documentary about the disappearing children of Sudan. It wretched my heart. The children leave there homes in the bush at night and go to the city to sleep under verandas and outside hospitals to keep from being kidnapped and killed at night in their villages. The children are wall to wall sleeping. Everyday I discover even more, how spoiled and privileged I am. If you want to know more, go to invisiblechildren.com