Big changes in my life in the past three days and no time to write about them. Since the prompt word today is “create,” I’m going to show some art work I’ve probably shown before, but no time to do more. I’ll explain what’s going on when I get back from Guadalajara this afternoon!
Art can be made from anything. These are all pieces made by my assistant and me when we were visiting forgottenman. Please click on first photo to see enlarged views of the work as well as my able assistant. (He made me what I am today.)
This serpent that has tweeted and hissed bursts forth like an erupting cyst, uncoiling through the growing mist of hydrocarbons, he checks his wrist. Time for more treasures to be dissed–– air to pollute, cronies to enlist. He combs his mind. He checks his list–– His whole agenda, an upraised fist. Supporters, how could you have missed the cold heart of this pugilist? A savior or a hedonist? It’s like the antichrist you’ve kissed. How can you fail to get the gist of all he’s recently dismissed: the fact we need to coexist–– the clean air we need to exist–– the animals we must assist with what is needed to subsist? Health care and schools join the list. Women’s rights? Staunch men insist that ancient laws once more persist. This truth just cannot be dismissed: he is the largest terrorist. He is a child, moody and pissed, who gives our arm a mighty twist, who must be chided to desist. We must continue to resist.