Welcome to Wonderland, Alice. The United States is officially unhinged. But here in California, we can still pretend everything is okay, what with legalized recreational cannabis and all. New York Times getting you down? Just roll another one…
Since I don’t partake in The Herb, to cheer myself up I buried the Trump piece I made this summer.
If only it were that easy.
The two pieces I’m making for next month’s “Darker Side of Pink” Barbie themed show in Sacramento are finished.
They are both ceramic with grout on panel.
I am also done constructing I think the last in my local guy series. He is currently drying. This is a very large bust, in the manner of the others in the series.
I went to hear the U.S. Poet Laureate at the Crest Theater in Sacramento last night. Everyone was trying to console each other. On the way there, some marchers were chanting “Love not Hate” as they marched the wrong way up N Street alongside the state capitol building. Poet Laureate Juan Felipe Herrera is not flashy or bombastic and requires attention and consideration. I very much enjoyed his embodiment of illegal immigrants in a poem about being on a Border Bus heading for a Detention Center. Feel this, feel how it is for these people, that’s what his poetry is doing. On the way out of the Crest, there was a homeless person sacked out in the alcove of the theater. How have we come to this?
I have decided that humanity is some dirty, foaming mess that earth is merely tolerating as a brief annoyance. We see ourselves as the center, but it’s not that way at all. Today, I found solace planting things in the parks downtown. I planted two hellebore and several pansies. Even though the dirt had dog shit and cigarette butts in it, I still enjoyed digging in it.
Nature will still be beautiful, even when we aren’t here to see it. Love is not the answer. Not fucking everything up is.