I don’t know how much longer I can grapple with an unjust world. A place where affluence reigns, where the uncaring and materialistic are in control of the laws of the land, throwing the souls of the Earth into the pits of despair, in an endless struggle to see the light of hope and creativity.
The materialists and the superficial, the shell has little bearing. But in the world of illusion, the materialists are caught in its web. Gloating in their apparent supremacy. It’s a trap, unbeknownst to the servants of the dollar sign. They smile in all their platitudes, project what they think you may swallow.
Art for the people is art. Art, only for those who can afford it, is one-dimensional. In this world of many layers and entities, we are being swallowed by the farce. How long can we the people stand strong against the opposition, when they hold all the money? When they twist the narrative and force-feed it to their blind followers?
Looking around at the world in my late teens, I feared the cold war, feared my dreams would disappear before I had a chance to live. I believed, with all my naiveté (heart) I would see a utopian planet of this paradise we call Earth.
My creativity is directly linked to the waves and magnetic field the surrounds us.
We all are! Some cannot hear or feel it, others ignore it, and many can’t recognize that there’s more than meets the eye.
What’s real is our plant and it’s oceans, it’s beasts and those who can live in harmony with all the beings of Earth. If you can’t maybe you should leave?
How can politicians destroy our planet so eagerly? All for MONEY? Really? Don’t they breathe the AIR? Or eat the food?
I’m terribly despondent today. The pressure and the weight of what we as a country must do to take back the White House from this new administration and the GOP, who only want to strip our oceans and forests—and sell off OUR National Parks! The tacky measures of the 45th president are outlandish and foolish and will kill us all.
My art has become about perseverance and unity. Seeing this plant the way I envision it—-We were so close. (Thank you, Obama.) Bringing people together, and assisting each other in an alchemy of ideas, that will bring us back in step with the rest of the Free World.
The United States is at a precarious crossroads, with the Putin/Russia installed President and administration. We have a dictator at the helm, working hard to destroy our democracy. The nepotism is off the charts!
Making calls to my reps and protesting is bringing little results.
I’m ashamed of who represents our country and disgusted with it all. My grandfather fought in WW2 and my dad in Vietnam and my mother is an immigrant. (my credentials.)
Will artists rise up and bring art to the masses, create a new world where everyone can live in peace and harmony?
I will never stop believing that we can.
“If you want peace, fight for justice.” Amy Goodman, Democracy Now.
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2 comments:
I love this post, Karen! You expressed so well what I often feel! I believe we can, too! : )
Thank you so much for commenting, Joanne. <3
I probably should have waited a day or two before posting, but it weighed heavy that morning andI had to expel the feelings. Glad it made sense and you connected. It's the best feeling.
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