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Shell of geraniums in the park by Luigi Strano on Flickr.
You'll have a sandwich
By Rémich
Burkina Faso, 1920-1929. Gabriel Lerat
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Little Plastic Jesuses in the Woods
Somebody left little plastic Jesus figures all over one of the woodland trails I like to walk. They have big, cartoonish grins, white robes, and brightly colored sashes in a variety of colors. I’ve been picking them out of knotholes and tree-forks for days, dropping them in the recycling bin by the parking lot.
At first, the whole thing just made me very angry. It wasn’t just litter; it was litter that felt like an invasion of my own sacred space with a cheap, mass-produced icon that felt like the sacredness-equivalent of empty calories.
Honestly, it made me furious, my rage directed at a kind of deeply American-feeling religiosity that is sold in packs of 72 for $29.99 (I checked). Religion as cheap, brightly-colored, disposable eyesores littered somewhere quiet and gentle and authentic. Religion that is colorful and easy and leaves a mess behind for somebody who actually gives a damn to clean up.
Perhaps worst of all, I suspected that somebody thought of scattering the little figures everywhere as a moral act.
I’m still not happy about it, but my anger has cooled through many walks and the imaginative empathy that always arises from my long contemplations. I reasoned that it was probably a child (encouraged by adults). I reasoned that I wasn’t always respectful of wild places when I was a kid. I reasoned that there is huge, institutional religious machinery at work that seems designed to shrink participants’ worldviews down to a pinhole.
So, my anger slowly resolved into sadness.
And I’m left hoping that whoever tucked trash all over one of my favorite woodlands meets with some moments of clarity and self-reflection. I hope they consider the real value of plastic sacredness sold in bulk. I hope they consider the usefulness of virtue expressed as litter. I hope they question who they expect to comfort or convert with mass-produced trash that smells of a chemical tang, trash abandoned to block sunlight from a tiny patch of moss or wedged in tree-bark like a pebble in a shoe.
I hope they awaken to the symbolism of dropping something inert and obstructive in a place that otherwise grows and breathes and provides.
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This is one of my new drawings, it's 11x14, mostly HB, called "GET SOME!"
https://www.wallpaper.com/design/molteni-blevio-table-ignazio-gardella
we should start giving testosterone to ants
I like this idea.
Unfortunately, the man who made this one had to take it down b/c it kept getting vandalized.
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Goodbye to the Portland Keychain Library as we know it…
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David Hockney ‘California’, 1965. Private Collection. “I never thought the Swimming Pool Pictures were at all about mere hedonist pleasure. They were about the surface of the water, the very thin film, the shimmering, two-dimensionality.
“I had become interested in the more general problem of painting the water, finding a way to do it. It is an interesting formal problem, really, apart from its subject matter; it is a formal problem to represent water, to describe water, because it can be anything -it can be any color, it’s movable, it has no set visual description. I just used my drawings for these paintings and my head invented.” - - - DAVID HOCKNEY -
the hauntings of Andrew Wyeth
it’s sexy to try and it’s cool to care. death to nonchalance