Back in “The Day” – my teenage years – I covered my bedroom wall with posters. Of all shapes and sizes. Random subject matter. Raggedy Ann & Andy. Laurel & Hardy. Don Quixote plodding along under an orange moon. Psychedelic quotes. “LifeIsAGas” swirled in green and pink was one. “WarIsNotHealthyForChildren…” was another.
However, one poster was just a simple black square…with a green peace sign filling the space. No text.
A small symbol of protest.
Along with peace necklaces. Buttons. Pins. Rings. Denim patches. To end the war we saw raging on the evening news. A war which continued until I was in college…and heard shouts down the hall of my dormitory one night…The War Is Over!! The War Is Over!!
In our youth and naïveté, perhaps my friends and I somehow believed these small symbols made a difference.
Several years ago, I noticed this pin for sale at a local novelty store. The kind of place that sells off color bumper stickers, fart joke books and notepads with the F word in their titles.
This blue tree is part of an art installation at the Currier Museum of Art in Manchester, NH (USA).
“The Blue Trees is an environmental community art installation by Konstantin Dimopoulos in which trees have been temporarily transformed with environmentally safe blue pigment to stimulate awareness and discussion of global deforestation, while engaging the community in art activity and dialogue.”
A fascinating sight to see at the entrance to this popular museum. Definitely an important (!) conversation starter.
I drink coffee every morning. Always out of the same mug – which is the perfect size for me. Large.
My daughter recently updated my go-to mug as a birthday gift. Purchased from a local pottery in the Washington DC Monroe Street Arts Walk area; my grandson in tow. So, technically, they both chose it for me.
A unique – work of art mug – handmade by Kuzeh Pottery…which is owned by women.*
I like that!
And I love my new mug…a beautiful shade of blue…holding just the right amount of coffee.
*I am hopeful that I live long enough to see women owned businesses so plentiful that mentioning this fact is redundant.