I believe every human being should paint a dog. This is our Mojo. My daughter, who will miss him when she leaves in August to study Sustainability, asked me to paint his endearing face for one of her blank walls.
I’ve been on a personal mission to improve my word and art mind while trying to avoid deep media dives. I generally remain off-politic on this site, maintaining this space as my creative respite. But there’s so much going on out there, and I worry what this world will be like for my young adult children and their future families. The heat isn’t only climate-related.
I believe every human being is entitled to: be whoever they believe they are love whoever they choose A woman’s body is her own as are her personal choices I pray my daughter has the freedom to make her own choices (Mojo’s background was originally purple, my daughter requested more earthly tones:) )
She’d move along in measured paces wearing sensible shoes from down the street by the park where Washington met Lafayette, and the giant oak we’d worship and play kickball beneath
Each weeknight, the umber circle on her right shin commuted from a city bus to the front door of my suburban childhood home Sometimes I’d watch the moving bullseye grow from a dark dime to a darker quarter
Grandma and her mole would always arrive on time for supper. And after working a full day at her paper factory job, she’d retire to her bedroom, watch Perry Mason, smoke Parliaments and knit something for somebody
But every July 4th, after the dinner dishes were cleared away, we’d enjoy the illuminated night sky, we’d eat red, white and blue cake, and we’d sing Happy Birthday to Grandma
An oldie but goodie🌹 (from left to right) my grandmother, my mom, my uncle