I set up a book display last week for Ukraine.
Just the colors of the flag--the books' contents don't signify (unlike the related War & Peace display I set up in early March).
The print, top center, by Micah Bazant, quotes activist Mariame Kaba:
"When something can't be fixed,
the the question is
WHAT CAN WE BUILD
INSTEAD?"
it more brings to my mind
"The Doomsday Machine" >
from Star Trek-TOS.)
I didn't add a sign to the book display--
I see Ukraine flags all over the city, but I wonder if customers will get the reference.
Not
that I'd know, mostly,
especially since I've been out with a cold (the
old-fashioned virus) since the day after I put the display up.
This is one of my first watercolors, painted when I was in bed with some virus nine years ago––2013––when getting a cold or the flu wasn't so fraught:
It's one of a series of postcard paintings I was making back then, with my gouache pan-paints.
I also painted maybe my favorite-ever series that year, the Snadgers in Space Flashcards:
gugeo.blogspot.com/2013/10/name-that-vegetable-flashcards.html
I've always thought of myself as a beginning artist.
Ridiculous! It's past-time I graduated to calling myself an amateur artist, or whatever--just something more realistic about where I am in time.
I was doing the math: my father and my grandmother both died at eighty-six years old.
If I live that long, I have twenty-five years left.
2022 + 25 = 2047.
Hm. Not bad, but it definitely calls for a change in how I perceive myself. Not a beginner.
