Election Day, November, 1884 by Walt Whitman
These stormy gusts and winds
waft precious ships,
Jefferson’s, Lincolin sails.
In August I made this image in Bruges, Belgium.
After a stormy day, the rain stopped,
The dark sky cleared,
Blue sky swept the clouds away.
In a small square men and women danced
the tango among puddled reflections.
I made the little box thinking it could be a container to hold stamps I picked up in Bhutan. The images remind me of Bhutanese folk tales. (click on the image to make it bigger)
The Bhutanese folktale called Four Friends is about an elephant, a monkey, a rabbit and a bird. They all learn to help each other by living together harmoniously. I should paint my impression of this folktale and send the finished product to Congress; a gift from an American. President Obama, The House of Representatives, the Senate, the Ameican people; It’s you I’m writing about.