You sent lots of private messages to me asking for more of Alin, of art.. In the future, please feel free to share your requests and comments with everyone. Ours is a great group on this Substack and non-critical of your feelings. We want to learn from each other.
A few pictures to fill in yesterday’s story…
(After 16 years of not seeing each other), “She fell asleep on my arm for 3 hours in a noisy beer garden.”
“like the 24 times we’ve broken up in two years. But as soon as she gets to the room I got for her, she calls me on “face time” and we talk all night.”
“No make-up. She’s never worn make up in her life.” A picture of her waking up…
I can draw pretty well- sometimes…
These were three brothers who sat down across from me in the lobby of a hotel a few years ago. They looked a lot alike; even the older, heavier brother in the middle.
How do you paint napalm burns?
Putting color on an old newspaper picture to bring attention to human trafficking; contrasting the life of a trafficked child with her same age-compatriot in the first row wearing an expensive dress and haircut, accompanying her mother to the auction/being bid on by a blond lady as a young asian couple walk out of the theater on the left side of the painting; out of boredom?
Thank you for putting up with me. I’ll get back to COVID and my book in
tomorrow’s post.
Yup, I remember that iconic photo of the My Lai Massacre in 'Nam.
The 'wretchedness' of Man as Blaise Pascal wrote...
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