The Dreamers

New one for The Golden Years series.   Please tell me we aren't really going to build a "yuge" wall.  Please. 


I guess I usually let the art speak for itself - it seems to be better at patience than I am... it's less angry.  But the other day I heard my eight year old and her friend talking about the impending Mexican border wall. They were talking about how horrible it would feel to have a family separated, to feel unwelcome, to be sent to a place that was never one they called Home.  They both told each other how much they would miss each other if that happened to them.  There isn't enough art I can make to make me feel better about building a gigantic, idiotic wall to "keep bad guys out".  Ridiculous.

One person's trash...

I remember saving my money to buy Doolittle when I was little.  I didn't much care for it until years later when I played the cassette again.  I didn't listen to much of anything else for a long while after digging it out again.  I loved it so much I couldn't think of any reason why I would ever dislike it!  Crazy!!  I thought of this incident as I was searching through some older images and work that I did years ago...  I didn't much care for it, came up with other ideas I liked better, or just didn't know what to do with the ideas.  So, I put them all into a folder to deal with later....years later.  Today was that day.

I didn't remember making this triptych.  I like it.  I forgot that I went through this heavy-handed editing when I first learned how to work with textures and digital manipulations. I didn't remember taking these images of my daughter either.  Honestly, I wasn't even sure what the middle image was of and if it was even my image until I found the originals it went with.  I think I am going to have to bring it back into the fold and start working on the story again.  Maybe that's why I never threw it away... It would be a fun idea to play around sometime in the future.   I suppose that future is now.