Monday, April 20, 2009

WHAT is wrong here?

Police arresting young Lincoln... because he stood up in front of the people and expressed his views. What does it take to be police? What makes this a job that someone would want? Is there something wrong?

Norman Rockwell called his painting 'Freedom of Speech' and he modeled his main character on Abe Lincoln. So did I.

TORTURE! There is no debate.

I cannot believe that we are even considering ignoring those who suggested using 'extreme' measures, those who looked for 'legal' words to condone, and those who said, "Yes, go ahead." I agree with KEITH OLBERMANN who said that we, represented by our President, Bush, tortured. And now, this new President, one which so many of us, pin our hopes to turn our nation into a just nation, wants to let 'bygones be bygones'....... we are horrified, Mr. President.

This image came to me one late evening in September 20, 2006. It's really our flag made of our bodies, dead and decomposing from our deeds.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Lost but not forgotten



Obama said to the CEOs, "...I'm The Only Thing Standing Between You and Pitchforks..."

Oh so satisfying.

BUT LO!

People are saying that Former Vice President Cheney is not being a statesman! OH MY GAUD!!!!
I can't believe it!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Back.... two years felt like an eternity.

Sorry, to be gone. I had to. Everything is cool now. I feel like I can speak. I speak with art. Art was too powerful. It always was. It was how I learned to talk. When my hands were tiny I spent hours touching my grandmother's and grandfather's books of art. They spoke of worlds past and of the now. When things got difficult I spoke with a brush or, what ever.

Images from the Id
I am pleased to say that we have won our first battle.
There are many more ahead
but I am sure we will prevail.
Delacroix and his Lady Liberty speaks to us, now, after January 20, 2009.



<<<<<<<<<<<<<<...From the past....>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

'They eat their own..."


From the beginning of the Iraq War, my skin crawled to listen to the pundits on the air waves, and the people from the White House. Inside I knew they were taking us down a dark path.

So, I did this in an evening, after we accomplished what ever Bush thought we accomplished on that war ship. I put Condi Rice as the main focus of this montage, with Bush as a minor player beating his itty bitty bat wings in glee....I thought of her as a willing accomplice, desperate for attention and the lime light....Like so many of the people, groveling at power. Now, I see her as I see so many who support this Administration, as soiled with a 'funk' they cannot wash off and so, continue to march to their personal and professional deaths. The nasally voice of Cheny, directing the acts of inhumanity from some dark corner, has no body no soul. Collin Powel I saw as a puppet. I had so much respect for him. I met him once when he came to the Midwest.I hoped he would stand up for the American People. I was disappointed in his speech about the 'tubes' (which I heard while on the freeway) it was so wrong.


Goya is my inspiration artist here. His work frightens me but lingers in my mind. His black
paintings tell the story of humanity at its most terrible. It was Saturn who ate is children.
<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>

The Abdication of
GW Bush

I found the print
of the original painting by
Paul Delaroche very revealing.... so, I altered the image - just a bit.
<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>
'Bush's Retreat from Iraq....'
I guess I was right. Here we still are. But Bush and his enablers
have left in a cloud of dust.


.....leaving the our troups and the American people to make it back home on our own.
This is the original painting by
Nicolas-Toussaint CHARLET (1792 - 1845)
"The coronation of the Emperor Napoleon I"

'Fear Loathing Loss'



Would words ever have the same impact as images?



Sometimes thoughts and ideas are so powerful that words cannot express them.
Visual thoughts are viseral. Words moderate emotional responces. It is now said that those with Autism see their thoughts and then must translate them into words. As a child, all I had was the pen, the brush, clay, and the camera as tools to talk to the world. Language is still a struggle.
The world is a noisy place.
In the quiet of my mind I paint my thoughts. Here is a microscopic view into my mind."