Back from the cabin a day early to avoid the 4th of July noise-fest. Not that Bakersfield will be any quieter, really, since we still sell and set off fireworks. The non-profits complain that if we stopped fireworks stands, they would lose big chunks of income. But we live in a desert in a drought, in a high fire-danger area. All of California is a high-fire danger area nowadays. What if the non-profits sold asbestos products? Would they have wanted to continue just because they’d always done it? The fireworks are a noisy, air-polluting mess, not to mention all the injuries caused by using them the wrong way. Someone was killed here a few years ago because someone put the powder from the fireworks in a bottle or something, and put it all in a watermelon. How sad to be killed by an exploding watermelon! I’m not making this up.
BUT – Art! I completed three collages that I previewed on the blog, but here they are in cleaner form.
Blue Moon
I love this. I think I explained it in a previous post. Tomorrow, though, I promise to write about the stinky corpse plant, from which these capes were made.
Generations
The background photo is from Piazza San Marco in Venice. The people? Four generations of my family – not all of us, but my mom, dad, mom’s brother and mother, one of my daughters, and me. And the wind-up monkey from my father’s toy collection.
Spirits of the Desert
Gotta love that stinky corpse plant. I have a feeling I’m not finished with it yet.
You can see more art in the art gallery, to which these will be added.
