ART SAVES ME

ART SAVES ME 

On this day, when our Extreme Court decided to make presidents kings…
To let an EX-president get away with stealing top-secret documents to use as bribery fodder  (he was NO LONGER president when he took and stashed those boxes)…
To likely dismiss all other indictments against a clearly guilty criminal that is still eligible to run for the highest office in our country (yet I could not hold a teaching job with a criminal record)… 
To allow a device that turns a gun into a weapon of war to further permit more mass shootings and further cement our country’s shameful reputation..
To take away autonomy of women to control their own bodies…

 

To allow corporations to control our health and well-being by eliminating federal oversight of the food we eat, the air we breathe, the places we work (repealing the 1984 Chevron act)…
I can only follow in the footsteps of Yayoi Kusama and create art to manage my mental health. 





 

This spread in my art journal is quite powerful. Two talented, ground-breaking artists (for writing is also an art) who made a profound contribution to our culture. Running with the idea of “thoughts and reflections,” I included in the Her Own Thoughts piece scraps of a letter my grandfather wrote to my grandmother and a telegram he sent to my mother when he was serving in WWII. What those thoughts and reflections must have been. Whew. As I type this last sentence, I have a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye. 



 


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