So I called my parents and had a good cry. Noah said “it’s ok mom. Why are you crying?” “The election. Donald trump. It makes me sad that so many people chose him. All those people are just afraid,” I said. “I didn’t choose him,” he replied. “I would have chosen Obama,” he added. Then he turned on the music and cranked up some Johnny Cash. And I went back into the studio to do what I do. Because beauty is the ultimate protest. Little watercolor square 11.9.16
