Pink Protest Brick (for meditation)

I'm not bragging but I did know he would win. I was in Greene County, NY most of the summer where my new studio is, and our house, and we swam at the very cool public pool in Athens, NY almost everyday. We got to know our little town better because of it. Greene County was and I presume still is, T land. He got inside their minds. The fervor was palpable and silent. A horrible combination.

It is oddly beautiful here if you have tolerance for strange combinations like I do. I grew up in a place like this and I understand the people, somewhat. Only somewhat. What I don't understand is the rigidity (what purpose?) and that's why moving to NYC in 1989 was so liberating. The fluidity and acceptance of hybridity was exhilarating in all of the diversity of the big city. Now, at 58,  I deeply desire the spaciousness and quiet here. The trade off is I have been called a "citidiot" by the code inspector, for instance, for purchasing a 1780 house (only idiots from NY buy old houses) . I find it hard to express to people who have lived here their whole life that I come from here and get the customs, I just needed to be around other artists, a multitude of points of view in order to grow. 

Yesterday, there was a big snow here in Athens. A 14" white cake on top of every outdoor surface is adding to the brilliance and quiet. I did yoga facing the sun in the bright open second story of my new studio for the first time this morning and took a hot bath in the slipper tub immediately after. Dreams come true. 

The bliss lasted an hour and a half.

Then the pall drifted down over my experience of the world again with the daily dramatic news, the angry people giving their time to rage against it, the lies and the danger. Dread. Where to go to protest? Resist! What do I do with this?

This is what I have come up with so far:

Pink

Protest

Soft

Meditate

 Pink Protest Brick (for meditation)

Pink Protest Brick (for meditation)

 Neon Pink Soft Planter and Tray

Neon Pink Soft Planter and Tray