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  • No one is innocent, and a day of art and artists 

    November 18th, 2015

    No one is innocent, we are in an endless war. We all profit from the suffering of others, we all use products derived from oil, every country in the world is connected in some way through a history of oppression. We can’t escape it, we can’t ignore it, we can’t hide from it. We are all guilty. As I read more about the crisis in Syria and learn more about history in the middle east I realize how complicated the story is, but also unfixable, in my lifetime anyhow. So I need to accept this, accept that so many people are suffering, I feel just as bad for the extemists. Not the ones at the top, the ones with the power just like here or anywhere. Power corrupts. But I feel for the young fighters and suicide bombers. I can only imagine what horrible things they’ve seen in thier lifetime. I don’t feel bad for the ones raised in the US or France or England. Kids that had it all then decided to go kill people. But they exist, it all exists here and now and probably forever. I accept this fate. It makes sense that it would come to this. 

      Now for the good news! Today I am meeting up with Carl and Alvaro to work on a GAP collab, my first one! I’m excited. Then tonight I’m going to see Patti Smith give a talk on her book M Train. Which is also very exciting. Her book is amazing,I Feel  soothed   by her   Voice. 

    The babies are doing good, we’ve gone to the park and taken a walk. Now we’re eating toast with butter and marmalade and I’m on my second cup of coffee. I almost lost it for a minute because I really needed to write and after I spent so much time with the babies they still wouldn’t play on their own.  Until now. 

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  • The state of the world, from optimism to shutting down 

    November 17th, 2015

    Is it worth it? To listen to the news? To keep up with politics? I started my week off, after last weeks latest terrorist attacks, focusing on the “positive” in my life. Focusing on all the goodness in the world. Pondering prayer and love, the idea of a coming together of the sane people of the world to try to make it a better place for everyone. I thought about how much “change” has already happened, how society has evolved in many ways. Then I thought about how that reality is only for the privileged, the educated, for so many in the world conditions are just as oppresive and backwards as they’ve always been. 

    It’s only Tuesday, my optimism didn’t last long. Yesterday I found myself “shutting down”  as I listened to one too many reports on ISIS. I read one too many articles on how  the   Western world has “fueled” the fire. I couldn’t help but think we’ve reached the tipping point.  The oppressors are being replaced by a new breed of oppressors. 

    I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I want to stick my head in the sand. I want to live in “lala land” But I can’t. I feel unsettled. I feel the thumps of the war drums, the marching, the aircraft bombings happening now, far away from here but feeling like a tick digging into a place on my back I can’t reach. 

    The war will never end. Love can’t conquer all. What should we do? How can we go on with our lives while innocent people are casualties of a war between too ideals that will never come to a compromise. Never.

    I don’t know. It’s hard to even deal. 

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  • War on war on war on war on hate on hate on misunderstanding and other thoughts 

    November 16th, 2015

    When I was in school at SFAI a teacher, I won’t mention his name because I like him very much, but he said things like:

    “Marin housewives making monoprints, just smeared paint” with a gesture with his hand and an expression on his face that contained every sexist feeling held by white artist men of his generation and before. 

    I didn’t say anything, I knew I wasn’t part of the group of monoprinting smearers, that I had expertise when it came to printmaking and my subject matter was far from the subject of pretty colors. 

    Yesterday I didn’t have time to work in my studio. It was Sunday, I overslept. I spent the day with my husband and babies hiking, cooking food, reading books, giving baths and changing diapers. 

    At snack time when the babies woke from their naps, and I was playing in my books coloring and staining and the babies were coloring and eating crayons I heard my teacher and his disdain for “marin housewives” I heard the writing spoken     “She’s just a bored housewife” and I got mad and insecure at the same time. 

    Feeling art done in the kitchen is somehow lesser than art done in the studio. That art done by a woman in the kitchen while her children are present is not serious art. 

    It’s left me pondering, it’s left me feeling more political. 

      
    I can’t do anything about racism, sexism, terrorism, hate, and violence. 

    I can paint and write. I can wake up at 4:00am in the morning and work in my studio. 

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