These are pix from the beautiful May Day we’re having: My sign from our peaceable and welcoming advocacy in front of our town’s Courthouse today, and our gorgeous poppy that just opened up. Justice and beauty, everyday!
I’ve spent a few hours in the print shop of a local community college and have been, slowly, getting back into the print groove…It’s a very different feel from my woodworking classroom and it’s a real relief to be in a bright, spacious and sawdust-free workspace. It still takes a lot of energy and focus, but the reward is almost immediate and the ink smells like home.
printmaking classroom, press furniture, Challenger letterpresses, Cherokee syllabary type
Here is the desk set, in its right place. I love it and it works well here. It rolls along the floor well, too, and should be of service all over the house. Nice. This is the last project from my woodworking course. I learned a lot over these two years and, once I catch up on my sleep, I will start looking for a way to continue to make large wooden objects.
Here’s my table, just about ready to roll on home!
By the end of the week, this stuff will be a table! On wheels!
Here’s my little rolling cart, finished. It will roll under a work-desk to provide the drawer and cabinet. I still have a little adjusting to do on one of the hinges, and it’s not the color scheme I’d originally intended, but it’s still super cute and rolls sweet and easy.
we must love the future as we love ourselves
Here’s a link to a Washington Post article entitled, “THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON ART.” (It seems to be a re-print from 2017.) It’s a little hard to read (I just hate the format it uses–but it does have some really neat action graphix, so it’s a trade-off, I guess), but it’s very interesting and supports my intuition that art is part of our animal experience. Give it a read!
A few weeks ago, I posted a blog entry about the internet re-writing my grandfather’s life history (and mine!) and how corrosive that process is to our lives, HERE. Today, on the radio program, Democracy Now, author Shoshana Zuboff discussed this very problem, the subject of her book, The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: The Fight for a Human Future at the New Frontier of Power. She suggests that ‘surveillance capitalists’ are ‘poaching’ our lives to sell the information and that corrupts our agency and our fulfillment as human animals.
I can’t disagree; I’ll be looking for that book.
I took this picture from the seat of the plane going east from Las Vegas to Denver on Saturday–that huge late February storm left feet of snow cover that we saw almost the whole trip. Really something. And, I hope it left enough snowpack to mitigate wildfires this spring and summer.