2022 On a cold morning

Yes, I'm still struggling with this technology, almost as much as I struggle to find time for things. I suppose that's a universal stress in most peoples' lives. Recently, I have been moved by the emotions, my emotions regarding all the indigenous children taken from their families and forced into colonization centers called Residential Schools in Canada and Gov't Boarding Schools in the U.S. I finished a painting about this last Spring and it has been in two exhibitions so far and accepted into another beginning later this month. I have also been working on another painting on this subject matter using a larger canvas for this one and importing imagery from the first as well as well as from some of Peter Guston's work.

Cold weather and short days seem to be triggering depression this year. I'm fighting it by staying active physically and working on projects. Maybe it's all the losses from COVID, maybe from the hatefulness I observe in some people, or maybe it's something else. On a more positive note, I have been listening to the music of previous generations: swing right now, Benny Goodman, Duke Ellington, et al. I listen for the attitudes expressed or the emotions, I suppose. Benny Goodman is often called "the Professor" which is interesting. I believe his most famous song is: Sing, Sing, Sing and is worth a listen. His drummer, Gene Krupa was amazing (as were all the musicians and singers in that band). I suppose hearing it triggers some kind of memory, although it all happened long before I was born. Maybe it's that shared memory from those whose DNA I share or maybe it's just nostalgia or sentimentality for the people of that era? This thought reminds me of a T-Shirt I want that says: "I'd rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned."

That's all for now: Steve

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