Still no rain here in the north San Francisco BAY area, but we’ve just weathered another apocalyptic fire. Everyone’s talking about it – how to prepare for the next one. . .we all believe there will be the next. . .or how to get out of Dodge and go somewhere there will be no environmental disasters. And where is that elusive Shangri La?
It seemed like a good time to pull out the old zany self portrait lesson in Muse Group. To avoid having to look at ourselves in the mirror and trying to draw ourselves, we just clowned in front of the computer to capture our very own comic strip character and went about painting and collaging the marvelous emotional entanglement that is our lives at the moment. Just that. Nothing deep and analytic or prophetic. Just one in an infinitude of selves we carry around all the time.
Here’s what popped out on my paper this time.
Collage on acrylic painted background with a Photo Booth Comic Strip-filtered selfie.
Post Apocalypse Self Portrait
Aargh! What a place to call home.
So beautiful it makes your heart ache
so treacherous…… it makes your heart ache.
I want to move and I can’t bear to.
I want to stay and grow old – er, but can I bear it?
the fires the floods and heaven forbid the earthquakes
But the bees and butterflies, they stay
as do the birds
and our cats
and the flowers and trees bloom and fruit each year
and. . .
we will not leave