The news, the news, the news. What if we are on a rocket going backwards? Do we want the rocket to safely splash down in the 1950s, say--or do we want it to explode in mid-air? I'm asking.
I made the mail art card above for a dear loved one. The king lying under the rock in the lower right hand corner might have been too subtle of a choice.
Last night the wind roared for hours in Minneapolis. I've lived here in this building for 17 months. The wind last night howled like a monster and shook the things on our balconies.
This is what I see from my balcony at night. Like other things I've more or less taken for granted, it too is in the process of disappearing. A new building is going up. Every day, this vista is one day closer to gone.
This is this week's collage. When I can't follow a thought long enough to write, I cut up paper and make things.
7 comments:
Is it time to hibernate yet?
Love your art. And I've been a fan of your writing for lo these many years!
Stay warm. Or come back to LA!! xxoo
Yup, the title pretty much sums it up. I did not know I could sustain this much anger and hate for this long.
That's really unfortunate about the view, I have enjoyed it very much.
We need to talk...soon!
The Walkman
I saw this article on New York Times about collage/mosaic work done with postcards. It's pretty cool. Thought you might enjoy it.
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/10/15/travel/vik-muniz-postcards.html?action=click&module=Well&pgtype=Homepage§ion=Travel
Desparate times call for desparate measures. Lovely collage. looks like a cross between a spider and a milkweed seed.
I'm loving your art. I'm distressed that you're losing your view, though.
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