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I’ve got too much to say, since I waited so long to finalize this post. So today, I won’t say much. Just that I’ve been paying attention to world events, the circus that is the Republican primary (could Rick Perry possibly embarrass us Texans any more?! Bad enough he won the last gubernatorial race); concentrating on my job and polishing my CSR skills; hanging out with artist and friends, even if some of it occurs via the internet. Sometimes Castle, my 10 year old grandson comes to visit. He’s so cool (of course). I finally got a kitty cat for my dog Ziggy; a sweet little adult Calico from the SPCA.
But mostly I’ve been growing my hair and changing my style, ‘cuz I am intent on looking more like the old hippie artist that I used to be and am circling around to becoming again. Recently trying to eat more organically and cutting wheat and gluten out of my diet. I feel much better already.
A big focus has been completing my entry for The Sketchbook Project 2012 World Tour for the Art House and Brooklyn Art Library. Monday I’ll mail my book on to New York City, and it will be a little like sending a piece of me out into the world, knowing it will be happy in the company of thousands of others, off to tour the world beginning in April. Bon voyage, little drawings! I’ll miss you! Have fun, and don’t forget to write!
For more info, visit http://www.thesketchbookproject.com.
I had added The Hurt Locker to my DVD queue again and received it just in time to savor over this weekend, after having spent lots of time watching the TV coverage of our astonishing kill of Bin Laden. You might not think an old hippie like me (“peace, ‘yall”) would go in for that sort of thing, but I am quite happy about the event and super-proud of our brave troops. And I stay mesmerized by the movie, The Hurt Locker, because it reaches me on different levels: the mom, the daughter, the survivor of fallout from the Viet Nam war at the hands of a broken Vet; the peace-nik, the blood thirsty revenge wanting citizen who will never forget where she was on the morning of September 11, 2001; the war-weary voter who wanted change.
I worry about how our men and women will be able to adjust to life back in the States, and I thought, since we have so much devastation and poverty and unemployment and drugs and homelessness and crime, can we create opportunities for our returning warriors, and ourselves by rebuilding all our broken parts right here in America?
In the meantime, I had been trying to catch the fleeting, tender, pitiful and brave, little grin on Eldridge’s face in Hurt Locker, as he struggled to clean blood from “the dead guy” off the ammo with his spit, as James patiently, reassuringly, coaxed him along. It broke my heart. I’ll probably watch the movie another 2-3 times before I ship it back in favor of some lighter entertainment….