1 June 2016
Apocalypse (Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψις apokálypsis, from ἀπό and καλύπτω meaning“uncovering”), translated literally from Greek, is a disclosure of knowledge, i.e., a lifting of the veil or revelation.
Make art about revelation, or about spiritual awakening.
31 May 2016
“We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.”~Walter Mosley
Make art about growth, about new growth, about the power in choosing to grow.
30 May 2016
Make art about Liberty, about its costs, about the quest for it, about the privilege and fragility of it.
29 May 2016
Jumped out of the car at an intersection for this one.
Make art about discarded flowers, about what we throw away.
28 May 2016
I was 6 in 1969, and the only connection I could make to the war in Viet Nam was that my Uncle David was there. I remember watching footage on our black and white TV, looking for my handsome uncle’s face. I was too young to understand, but I remember the images clearly.
Make art about your earliest memories of war.
27 May 2016
So much talk this week in my summer school class on Activism, on how to create real world change, on how to lead, on what makes a leader. And such a lack of real leadership in any of the people running for president, it hurts my heart.
Make art about leaders, about leadership.
26 May 2016
Was out in the garden, putting up new stick trellises for those climbing stringbeans my son loves so much, when a woman walking by on our tiny backwoods rural road, called from the street, “That’s just how just how my grandmama used to do it!”
I laughed, and said, “That’s just where I learned it–from my grandmama!”
She walked over, and we chatted, her telling me her name was Ruth, and she was visiting family down the road. She told me how she always wished she’d kept a garden but raising a house filled with kids by herself and working two jobs most of those years didn’t leave much time for anything else. I told her it sounded like to me she’d tended to her garden magnificently. She tilted her head and asked what I meant.
Those kids, I said, all grown and making strong good lives. She smiled, patted my shoulder, and said, “You know, I like the thought of it that way.”
I did too. And now me and Ruth aren’t strangers anymore 🙂
Make art about a conversation with a stranger, with a Road Angel ❤
25 May 2016
FINALLY!– it’s not raining and the temp’s gonna climb up near 90 today, they say. (Don’t forget to look our for the four-leggeds as the temperature climbs 🙂 )
Make art about heat 🙂
24 May 2016
Sometimes we forget how powerful we are.
Make art about remembering your own magic.
21 May 2016
Road trip to visit family today in northern Virginia, backroads and crossroads 🙂
Make art about intersections.
22 May 2016
Spent this precious day with my grandson and his beautiful mama 🙂 my daughter. Max, my grandperson 🙂 I call him Noquisi, which means Star 🙂 is already very vocal LOL a family trait 😀 I kept thinking about how, right now, at just over a month old, he has the physical capacity for learning every language on the planet. I kept listening to his wildly varied baby sounds, and thinking about how I wish we could retain—and fulfill–that potential, wishing we could all—all people—speak to and universally understand each other.
Make art about the power of language.
23 May 2016
I stopped on the way home yesterday, caught by an intriguing historical sign, marking The Church of the Blind Preacher.
Make art inspired by a historical marker, or by an intriguing historical character.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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