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It is Steal Something Day

and I am cranky.

I get as annoyed as anyone else with the wads of ads in the Thanksgiving Day newspaper urging me to buy crap I don’t need.

But Adbusters’ “Buy Nothing Day” alternative has always rubbed me the wrong way, seemed a little sanctimonious.

It’s like that couple with the second home who wear new clothing and drive (new! expensive!) hybrid vehicles telling you all about their non-materialistic lifestyle while they sip their micro-brews.

Yeah.

So for others who don’t want to feel guilty about buying a loaf of bread today- if they can afford to buy a loaf of bread today- there is Steal Something Day, a snarky concept with a large grain of truth conceived by a group of anarchists in Montreal.

You could make a grand gesture today and pull a Jean Valjean.

CORE New Art Space is open tonight and I will be working there. Anyone who would like to celebrate Black Friday by buying art is more than welcome.

This economy has been particularly hard on visual artists.

Non-buying lookers are welcome, too. But please don’t steal anything:)

I’m not really that cranky. I hope those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving had a lovely Thanksgiving. Happy Black Friday.

Dinah

Oil on linen, 6″ x 6″. In fond memory of that year when Mom and I were so crazy that we dressed the cat up in baby clothes.

Also vaguely related to thoughts of Lewis Carroll’s Alice.

The Queen of Denial

Oil on canvas, 16″ x 16″.

In Dreams

My inspiration is flagging. I need to finish more paintings but feel drained. I grope around in the corners of my mind, desperately looking for it… and I listen to this song.

Roy Orbison. What a talent.

The Dragon who Ate my Dreams

Oil on linen, 6″ x 6″.

 

Saudade

18″ x 18″, oil on canvas

Stick Figure

Oil on linen, 6″ x 6″.

The Boar

Oil on linen, 6″ x 6″.

TheBoar

Velocity of a Dream Deferred

Oil on Canvas, 16″ x 16″.Velocity

Pea-hen’s Idée Fixe

In a rush I remembered, vividly, something I regret from over 30 years ago. A petty childhood cruelty with no reason behind it.

I see no way to make amends at this point- it was more a sin in thought than a sin in deed- but still it troubles me.

At times like this I sort of wish I was Catholic and could seek absolution.

I’m not, and I can’t. Instead, I post this little painting.

Pea-Hen's

“Pea-Hen’s Idée Fixe,” 6″ x 6″, oil on linen.