waiting at the crossroads for the world to change
to be more civil
and it’s a long wait
a warming wait of the global sort
B civil, meaning
oceans free of toxic messes
life breathing free
eating its fill but not over
i stand at the crossroads waiting
for me to change
a bit more each day, each moment
to be the civil engineer of being
an edifice of civility
each moment a crossed road
We explored all manner of stenciling in the Tuesday Muses this week. I was using this honeycomb pattern, with layers and layers of sponging and spraying and rollering the paint on, using both sides of the stencil or positive and negative patterns.
When I finished, it suddenly reminded me of the Olympics logo and brought to mind the incivility of some team behavior there – not to mention comments by a certain American dignitary. The art always speaks in its own voice. I’m finding that world events are filtering into the art more and more lately, even as I strive for the kind of wisdom and understanding that does not point fingers at others. I must first be my own engineer of civility.