The Ides of Trump

I decided to offer, free of charge, this image, for the Ides of Trump postcard writing campaign.  It is formatted for a standard printer. I have designed a front and a back, and have even addressed it for you. Just click on the image, and make sure you chose “view full size” and print. Enjoy!


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Artist Celebration Post #1 – Kim Mettee

I’ve been wanting to do a series of posts for some time now, celebrating the work of fellow artists whom I love and admire, or perhaps whom I’ve just discovered. I think as artists, it’s really important to lift each other up and share the love and opportunity that this amazing thing called the Internet allows us. And so I begin….
Some background: I’ve never actually met Kim Mettee… We just missed each other when I was leaving Morocco, and she was arriving . I was attending an artist’s retreat hosted by Amy Butler and April Meeker , and she was arriving to co-host the next week’s retreat with Amy Butler. Amy sang her praises during the retreat, and sparked my interest. When I attended the Morocco class, I brought a bunch of my beads with me and had them available to both groups, who would be making wonderful mixed media neck pieces using all manner of bits and bobs and fabric. When I came home, Kim contacted me, and sent me pictures of a necklace inspired by one of my beads that she was drawn to during her week in that magical place.
Since then, we’ve corresponded a bit, and I’ve fallen in love with her aesthetic, her use of color, (both in her jewelry, and in her photographs), and her knack for finding such fabulous, and interesting objects to incorporate into her work. The pictures that follow, begin with the necklace she shared with me, and I’ve gathered some other images of pieces that speak to me. If you like what you see, you can connect with Kim via her professional page on Facebook here:










A Response to ‘Women Against Feminism.’

Reblogged from IWantedWings…:


Imagine this:

The year is 2014. You are a white Western woman. You wake up in the morning in a comfortably sized house or flat. You have a full or part-time job that enables you to pay your rent or mortgage. You have been to school and maybe even college or university as well. You can read and write and count. You own a car or have a driver’s licence. You have enough money in your own bank account to feed and clothe yourself. You have access to the Internet. You can vote. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend of your choosing, who you can also marry if you want to, and raise a family with. You walk down the street wearing whatever you feel like wearing. You can go to bars and clubs and sleep with whomever you want.

Your world is full of freedom and possibility.

Then you…

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God Dammit!!!

Robin Williams

I grew up with Robin Williams in my life, as I’m sure many did. Watched him break out of his shell on Happy Days, and work his way up to someone I counted on to make me laugh, and think… and delve into the parts of myself I didn’t know needed unearthing. Sound dramatic? Sure. But that’s what he did. He crept into my heart, and I didn’t know how deeply, until the world had lost him.

His films were in the background of my life in a way I never understood, until I was suddenly faced with his absence. … And not just his absence: The WAY of his leaving brought up feelings of such anger! Confused anger that I didn’t know what to do with. I still don’t. I know it’s misplaced, and I am trying to work out what to do with it. I certainly don’t want to dump it on him. I’m working through it right now as I type, and I struggle to make sense of it. It’s amazing to me that someone I never met, and can’t claim to have any knowledge of personally,  made such an impact on my life. If you had asked me a week ago, who I would want to be stuck on a desert island with, or have dinner with, his name wouldn’t have been on my short list… perhaps because I thought of him as someone who would always be there… someone who was solid, and tangible, and present, and….. just there. But he did make an impact.

Until I started reading the list of his accomplishments…. until I started understanding how many films he was in, that formed who I am today, I slowly came to understand what I had lost…. what we all had lost: I didn’t only lose Robin Williams. I lost William Keating,(Dead Poet’s Society) and Dr. Malcolm Sayer (Awakenings) and Sean Maguire (Good Will Hunting) and Garp, and Peter Manning (Hook) ,and Chris Nielsen (What dreams may come) and Patch Adams …… and so many beautiful, loving characters who helped me on my way to being a more caring and loving human being. His performances of those characters touched me, and changed me…. And for that, I cannot thank him enough. He was a role model, an inspiration, and a teacher…

So, Thank you Mr. Williams. I owe you so much, and I wish you were still here so that I could make you understand how much you’ve meant to me and my family. I honor you, and appreciate you.