Sunday, November 4, 2012

A fantasy world of imagination is so much less gloomy than "reality"

  1. I now have artwork hanging in the Heron's Nest on Vashon Island, just in time for holiday shoppers.  It is my "Who's Counting" series, eggs that have been painted onto a collage of medium and fabric.  The folk art reference is 100% intentional. And if you are someone who feels that oil paint is so superior to acrylic, I defy you to guess which is which.  And if I sound defensive and like I have a chip on my shoulder about how snobbery is usually ignorance in disguise, and about how arbitrary I think these distinctions are anyway, well that too is completely intentional.  Oh, and p.s., I will henceforth only refer to galleries as "consignment shops." Hey, just calling it what it is. (I thought I would throw an arbitrary rant in there to match the tenor of this election season. And now I must go shower.)  The title of each piece is written on the back.  Chicken #1, Chicken #2, and so on.  

    I like to count my chickens before they hatch. like to believe that a lottery ticket will make me a millionaire.  I like to see a dirty driveway as a good place for a wedding, given a little imagination and a whole bunch of confetti to hide the oil stains.  I like to believe that teaching kids will make a difference in the world, or at least in someone's life.  I like to believe that the Democratic candidate is going to win, every time.  It can be so disappointing when things don't quite work out, but it's like what Zora Neale Hurston wrote, "Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at de sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground." Okay people, I think now would be a good time to get off the ground.  I'll go first. Chicken #1, chicken #2, chicken #3...

    1 comment:

    1. Erin, friend of LauraDecember 1, 2012 at 7:12 AM

      This is one of my favorite blog posts by any writer ever. I like what you believe.

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