In case you forgot to live your dream today, here’s a reminder! It’s not too late! Also hug yourself from me, because hugs are the best.
When I was in high school my mom encountered Brian Andreas’ work at a small gallery in North Carolina and brought me back a book of his art. “His work reminded me of you and what you make!” she said, “And I mean that as a compliment, not a comparison.” (My mom was an artist too, she got it.) @brianandreas is still creating and it’s still wonderful. ❤️
I feel like I’ve been in a grief coma since my parents died, and scared to go into my studio and make personal art. (My personal art involves so much thinking! And feeling! And remembering! It’s the very opposite of all this avoidance and denial I’ve gotten so good at!) But coping mechanisms be darned, I’ve recently been making more art. I’d like to thank @bethanybrookeanderson for lighting a fire under my booty to create more (and share it.) So we’re cookin’ up something soon. I think it’s gonna be neat. Look alive, internet. #DoubleBethanyPower
Have you hugged a librarian today? I am passionate about the importance of critical thinking. And I am forever grateful to the librarians, teachers, educators & parents who are making sure kids grow up knowing how to critically think, how to process information, and how to separate fact from fiction. I know it’s not an easy skill to teach, but thank you for doing it; thank you for changing the world. ❤️📚🌍.
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Every time this happens— every time a man opens fire on innocent people in a public space in this country— we move one step closer to the normalization of something that should never, ever be normal. Last night it was 12 people at a bar. Last week it was 15 people at a synagogue and a yoga studio and a grocery store. Last year it was 58 people at a concert, and it disappeared from the news cycle within a week. And there have been so many more. Too many to list. Can you imagine, ten years ago?
I don’t have a solution, you guys. I’m not preaching anything here, except that it terrifies me to see fewer and fewer folks talking about shootings every time they happen. I get why and how we do this; it’s human psychology. The more it happens, the less consequential it feels, the more familiar the words and feeling of “mass shooting” become, and the more we shrug and get on with our lives because what good does posting about it do, anyway?
So it just becomes normal. And white American men who feel that their anger entitles them to murder are still not labeled terrorists. But they’re the ones I’m afraid of. And I don’t have an answer, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t to stop talking about it. .
I’m overseas on business right now, and a post about our new product release was mistakenly auto-posted to this account earlier this morning. I apologize. I don’t want to talk about that today. I want to talk about this. Anger and sadness for the 12 lives lost, and commitment to never resigning ourselves to the acceptance of this kind of violence.
I voted but I also just found a bunch of glitter-confetti in the prop storage. #Vote #Midterms #SOSPARKLY