We are curled up at home this weekend. I’m puttering about. No, the living room isn’t going blue so very soon after the latest color change, but I liked seeing these two pieces this morning. The big piece needs a new frame and glass, but I love its color and passion. Artist: Milaka Hawkins. Don’t all mothers save their children’s artwork in giant frames? The smaller painting is one of Don’t DeLlamas’s Horizon Line pieces. Most of these are more hard edged, but we all were drawn to the softness of this one. G and I bought it after Don’s way too early death.
G’s helping me this morning by downloading my 2014 and 2015’s journals to discs. I have firm doubts about this being the permanent way of keeping my journals. Years ago, I thought floppies would be with us forever. Then there was ZIP discs. Now CDs. But I keep the ephemera from each year in archival boxes, and I want a record of the written word kept with them.
I’ve been having nightmares about what I could do with them. It would be wonderful if SDSU would take them, but I have trouble visualizing State accepting my 50 fifty plus moldy crumbling journals. I really don’t want to leave them for the kids or G to deal with them, but they constitute my only 40 year on going art and recording project. It’s a “hey-I’m dead-and-here’s-my-legacy” sort of thing.
No, I don’t want to burn any of them just find a home for them.