A year ago this week I was finishing up and framing 44 paintings for a solo show at the Main Street Gallery in Groton, NY. I was also completely distracted by Hurricane Katrina and the flooding in New Orleans. It was so difficult to be doing something that felt so trivial while people were dying and while our government was vacationing, shopping for shoes, or standing around wringing their hands, playing the blame game and making excuses. A year ago this week, I also realized that I really, really despise Bush and his administration. I see no compassion in Bush at all, ever, about anything or anyone. He didn't care about those poor people on their roofs, or trapped on the highway or in the Superdome, or the bodies floating around New Orleans. If he did, he would have been moving heaven and earth getting help down there. Because if he really wanted to help the people of New Orleans he could have. Please read this, every word of it makes me want to cry about how screwed we all are by having Bush as our president.
I can't add anything else, everything I want to say sounds so lame. I wish I could do more to help. And no image today, putting a landscape painting up with this post seems silly.