I finally had a chance to read some Whitman, beyond the intros. It is a whole lot of macho, man stuff, so far. I skipped ahead to read O Captain! My Captain! for obvious reasons. I had no idea it was so grim. It starts off all inspirational, then, just like that, O Captain is laying in a pool of blood. What the fuck? We spent a good four hours toasting in the San O haze, then ate way too much sushi and floated home. Up early this morning for work, where we managed to manually fill 21 kegs in about 45 minutes with a new little set up. Then I moved about 4000lbs of beer, 166 pounds at a time. With the sunburn, minus the white patch, that leaves me a bit tired.
Here is Willa at said beach. I didn't pull out my camera yesterday; just enjoyed it.
Love the suggested visual of the "kidprint"
ReplyDeleteYou may have the start of a new conceptual series-- Paint kids shoulder to toes, then have the parents hold them. Remove images.child and photograph the results. I can already hear art majors debating the real mean of the "silhouette children"
It sure beats peeing into containers and then photgraphing the results.