I'm having a hard time with words these days, finding them, believing them, writing them. Instead I am making digital collages again. This is my Pandemic set:
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22 May 2020
Pandemic Art
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Timely pandemic art, Sharon. I share a good deal of your frustration, yet I hold fast to hope. In my many years, I have weathered WW II, Korea, Vietnam, Bay of Pigs, Cold War, murder of President Kennedy and Martin Luther King, race riots, a tanked economy, several strands of the flu, polio, and endless calamaties, yet life goes on. I am one little old lady who can do little to settle world affairs, just as you describe yourself. I try to concentrate on the things for which I'm grateful, show love to those with whom I come in contact, and send healing thoughts into the universe. Just think how the world would be if we all practiced that!
Posted by: Bev Crawford | 02 June 2020 at 10:15 AM