Kim's painting of a Snowy Plover, posted at art in redwagons
First it was Door Number Three, and now this is
MY 700TH POST!!!
But enough of me.
I want to use the occasion, instead, to highlight one of my favorite artist blogger's websites because she is addressing the Gulf Oil catastrophe in a unique way. Kim at art in redwagons is going to begin painting the oil-slicked animals in their natural, wondrous state to remind herself and her children of their possibility. What struck me most about her post today and the introduction to it is her call to do something productive. She states that Americans are too quick to apathy and cynicism and I have to agree. I, when faced with this sort of overwhelming disaster don't know what to think and feel paralyzed to even think about it. I scroll through the terrible images of the dead animals, of the crabs with their oily shells, of the pelicans dragging their wings, of the huge tar balls washed up on the beaches, and the slick shadows making their way through the waters, and I feel sick to my stomach. I listen to the likes of Sarah Palin and her ridiculous band of fools, blaming the environmentalists for the disaster and I feel sick to my stomach. Even typing that out makes me sick to my stomach. I listen to people who live in and around the Gulf moan that what they love is being destroyed, and I do feel for them, feel for all of us.
But I also believe that we are all part of this disaster and that it is probably the just punishment for a country that has guzzled and eaten and wasted the vast majority of the world's energy sources with an unparalleled arrogance for as long as it has been in existence, at first unknowingly and then baldly, blatantly and lazily.
The animals, the birds, the sea life, the deep and mysterious water itself -- these are the real victims of all of this, the true, innocent victims and I'm not sure what to do, what I can do. I'm going to think about it, though, and try not to feel overwhelmed, try not to feel apathetic and cynical about it all.