When Putin’s war continues to kill innocent children and nuclear war is discussed daily, it’s difficult to write a hopeful or humorous or useful or inspiring posting. So I’ll just do what I usually do: write whatever comes.
That means it will likely be about Ukraine because that’s all I think about lately.
Horrific real-life images want to keep me from writing or painting. Normally I’m eager to write or paint. Not now. The mixed-media piece I posted two weeks ago, No. 50, Ukraine: Above Fear, took all my hopefulness, leaving me now only with artistic darkness.
I don’t deal in darkness, dystopian imagery, violence, ugliness, and wasteful destruction. I don’t accept that babies should be bombed, that great architecture should become rubble, that people should flee their decimated homes in fear, that whole populations should be starved into oblivion, that Putin and his billionaire cronies should get away with murder as they live in luxury with more money than it will take to build back the many beautiful cities this Russian war has destroyed, and that so-called powerful nations are powerless to stop this holocaust. This is not any kind of reality. This is a nightmare. And we are all living in it–even if some don’t think so. I don’t have any happy dreams dancing in my head to share with you.
Perhaps a brighter blog tomorrow. For now, blank.
Winter Creek, oil, 16″ x 12″, $775 by Gwendolyn Evans
Artwork: Winter Creek, oil, 16″ x 12″, $775. It was a dark winter’s day when I painted this turbulent creek outside our historic home in Shawnee-on-Delaware, PA. I like the piece. It captured the winter day perfectly. It does not depress me because sunshine came on plenty of other days when the water sparkled in light.