We’ve all been on outrage overload lately and we vent in various ways. Some write diaries, some speak with like-minded individuals. Some pick up a paintbrush.
Yesterday I picked up mine and did my portrait of the madman. Oh, not the one in the marketplace, the other one. The one in the White House. It is seen below. And if a picture is worth a thousand words, then this one is worth, umm, well, at least a few, given the subject.
Don’t laugh, it’s hard enough doing my usual landscapes. I don’t pretend to be a painter of portraits. This is actually my first.
And though the results are more of a caricature, I must say that, at least temporarily, some anger has been purged from my system. Try it, even if you produce only a stick figure. I highly recommend this process.
Hmm, maybe I’ll paint an arrow through his head, like the old Steve Martin routine.
Whew – not the only one who vents their anger out on Bush.
I don’t do it with such artistic flare though my dear Boran.
Recently I moved and am in apartments temporarily. Thus meaning I have to take my dog out for walks, instead of just ushering her out the door for her to squat on my property. No, now I have to walk and then PICK UP the POOP. No problem… it’s part of loving a pet.
I have a large black lab. Needless to say she takes large shits. I hate bending over, usually in the rain, and using the doggy bag to try and pick up the mish mash and then dump it in the nearby doggy bin.
But I have found some evil way to gleen some sick, perverted satisfaction from this chore.
In my twisted mind I have to call the 2 and 3 coilers, “Bush”. I even tell my dog, “time to go take a Bush”.
However, I think a lumpy pile of steaming Lab shit, has more intellect than “W”.
(((Boran)))
I like it!
perhaps, although it does seem “violent”, but you could leave the portrait as is and just… oh whenever you feel like it.. walk by and stick a thumbtack in it?
Some days it could be a fast, walk-by thumbtacking other days you could plan and plat a strategically placed thumbtacking.
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A painting as voodoo doll! Hmm.
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I believe the majority of you here may be too young to remember the poster of Nixon that came out in those ol’ Watergate days. It had the header “Tricky Dicky” and it was a picture of him sitting on a toilet. It was great to throw darts at. Whatever works to help vent the outrage these days.
I don’t remeber that one, but when I was about 10 or 12 years old (1969-71) my parents rented an apartment at the beach for a week (in Wildwood, NJ) from some hippies that had a lease for the summer. It had black lights that made your phosphate-detergent-washed clothes glow psychedelic colors, and in the bathroom, opposite the toilet, was a poster of Frank Zappa on the toilet staring right back at you, with the title “Zappa Crappin’.”
I guess the updated version would say “Rumsfeld Rumblin’,” “Condoleeza Squeezin’,” or “Bush generating text for the State of the Union speech,” LOL.
What a healthy way to vent – art therapy – I love it!
Thanks for sharing this.
That’s a great idea-creative and cathartic.