The day before the big event, we did a little sight seeing and found musicians everywhere, in bars, on the street, and even in a small town, grocery/restaurant type of place, way out in the country (represented by the guitar).
Being in my fifties, I’ve lived through several presidential elections. This one is like no other. Everyday there seems to be something new to discuss and not necessarily something beneficial regarding the problems facing our country and how the candidates plan on solving them. Adding to all the craziness, the main stream media and social media are adding fuel to the fire. This collage...
It seemed as if I was reading for the first time about the evils of World War II and the excitement of the possibility of space travel. As I flipped through the pages, I began to notice how women were portrayed in ads.
For the secondary images, you need to look close at the details. You can see:
- “Toxic Cancer” on the cigarette.
- the letters LIES on her nails holding the cigarette, implying that she’s lying to herself regarding her habits.
The artwork shows paint dripping off the brush, congealing on the floor. That’s what would happen with me, drinking wine and carelessly drip paint everywhere. I probably should have added a dab of paint on the dress too.
I imagine this lady to be a widow, hence the black dress and shoes, and she’s at her husband’s funeral. In her right hand, she’s holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears, along with her husband’s wedding ring.