What if truth is simply what might happen? With or without explanation.
Unfiltered collage
The collage featuring flower, radicchio, cross, desert, and cell phone was made while Iran contemplated how to retaliate.
Finished reading Olive, Again. Finished reviewing friend’s manuscript. Swapped pages with another writer/friend, so I have another bit of writing to review. Started tracking water consumption again (did you know you ought to be drinking 1/2 your body weight in ounces a day?) Fabric for crib quilt in the washer.
PS. I have absolutely no idea why the font is going wonky here. Any more than I had a clue as to why comments were turned off or Michelle sent to spam. If only I didn’t have to find and input serial numbers for a re-install I would’ve done it already.
The variety you come up with for these collages, to alter one collage is amazing. I do believe you and your sister would have a mighty art show! You both have such a good image eye. So, you liked Olive? Perhaps I will try it again, it did not grab me the first time around. Can’t wait to see the crib quilt 🙂
If you didn’t like Olive Kitteridge, don’t bother with the sequel. I happened to love her cranky, blunt style (I wonder why?!)
Possibility as truth….yes, I think it is a facet of truth that hovers like a halo around accomplished fact. All the possibilities considered, tried, rejected or set aside (why?) inform what emerges as action or accomplishment. All the echoes of choices made resonate in the final form and are part of its truth. Artists, Jude in particular, are especially open to the shimmer of possibility. All the collages that are blossoming across my blog-o-verse celebrate the iridescent flicker of spiritual juxtaposition, the open heart reaching for new ways to see… the truth of possibility.
Iridescent flicker of spiritual juxtaposition, the open heart.
How you turn a phrase!
Softly softly we wait. The trick is not to anticipate. Being open is all that is required. Thank you for retrieving me from spam. Spam is not who I like to think am or ever wished to be.
How outrageous for WP to put one of my most dear and generous readers into spam!
We’re all so enriched by your participation in this challenge.
Spent part of the afternoon with a friend who spent the wee hours skyping with a friend in Qatar. Said we should all be aware our government and ‘free’ media is telling us nothing but lies concerning casualties,cooperation, any semblance of organization, etc.
I think that wondering how things might look on the ground in Baghdad or Erbil explains the Muslim man and woman. Without deciding to do so, I was drawn to understand what the locals, whether “enemies” or not,might be going through. It’s always bothered me, for instance, that American casualties are reported as if they matter more than other casualties.
Always I think back to Mark Twain’s “War Prayer”
I’ll look it up!
thank you by the way. also to let you know, I have your collage pages bookmarked now.
remember when the camera didn’t lie?
There’s that. And phone cameras’ ubiquity putting people at constant risk of exposure. But oh the joys of immediacy! No waiting for prints. No spending on film or developing!
I’ve had two fairly long conversations with Iranian individuals in my life so far. They told me how incredibly shielded we are as Americans from the rest of the world, and that was in the late 80’s, early 90’s. How little news we got. Think how much more isolated we are today with little free press left to speak of, and very few journalists of the caliber we used to have – whom we used to protect fiercely, whom we barely protect much at all these days. Even more, those conversations left me with the truth of their love for the beauty of their country (gardens, architecture, scholarship and conversation, family). How much they hoped for more humanitarian connection across the world. People who did not hesitate to say to a stranger that truth comes from knowing each other – despite religion, despite the news, despite the politics and that we must communicate with each other heart-to-heart to really know anything. Imagine that? Imagine that now? To me, that powerful image of that hand in your collages here – particularly as your series evolves – is about the offer of hope from them to us. Talk about social justice! The fear we are fighting is not people in the streets, or is it. Why aren’t all Americans in the streets right now until the GOP faces their own failings? And how is it that anyone could trust a media message? How do we know what is authentic, what is true? Your work leads me, Dee, to stay focused on the core power of art to express Truth. It is not an easy to capture, but I think you succeed quite consistently.