Unfortunately, ticket sales have ended, but I want Bill to know that many of us will be there in spirit. The venue is probably at capacity. For more information, visit https://www.eventbrite.com/e/162704137455.
I am curious about those behind this event. Perhaps Bill can share more with us sometime. Also, check out Bill’s painting called UFO, which he shared for the blog a few days ago.
In 2007 I was privileged to go to Rio de Janeiro in Brazil on a working anthropology trip for a class called Women, Witchcraft, and Religion. This is a gorgeous sunset I caught that evening as we were coming back to the hotel.
— PWA Participant Artist Dragonsong
In 1919, Palmer became the first woman elected president of the Chicago Society of Artists. The New York Times, in 1938, upon her death, noted that many art critics celebrated her as one of the most important painters in America.
She was known for her portraits, but also did landscapes and still-life oils. Her work was widely exhibited during her lifetime.
Born in 1867, she died in Norway while on a trip to Europe with her sister.
BEING COMPASSIONATE AND UNDERSTANDING This is from a newsletter that hits my inbox from time to time.
Don’t give up.
Over the past 18 months, humanity has been worn down by the pandemic. Life has not been easy and there may be additional challenges ahead. But as Winston Churchill once said, “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
Compassion is needed now more than ever. We encourage our supporters to be kind, forgive and sacrifice for the betterment of humanity.
I have always felt that we are not alone in this universe. After the recent releases of footage of actual UFOs, I was inspired to paint my version of a UFO, using acrylic on stretched canvas. — PWA Participant Artist William W. Knight
Pallet is a social purpose company on a mission to build equal opportunity access to housing and employment. Elevating the voices of people with lived experience with homelessness, recovery, and incarceration is integral to Pallet’s mission. In addition to telling the personal stories of their team and people living in Pallet shelter villages, they aim to raise the voices of system-impacted and marginalized persons everywhere.
We live in tent cities behind nylon walls, huddled in wool blankets in doorways of neglect. We live in secured high-rises casting shadows below, houses flooded with desire, homes gated in fear. We live with slumlords and in public housing too. We live alone in our minds, wandering along pathways edged by open chains.
We work for corporate greed, We dumpster dive for food, We work for non-profits to build a better world, We ask for spare change, sometimes shoot-up to heal a gaping wound. We are honest laborers, the shrunken middle class, We do not ask for handouts, but will reach for a helping hand.
We race upstairs chasing freedom and we lounge on city streets, We stand in long lines at food banks, waiting for leftovers we can’t afford, We walk in parks and shop behind gilded walls. Sometimes we steal in the night, while white collars take in the light to line their coffers gold.
Sometimes life feels darker than the backside of the moon; we watch her catch her breath as she rushes to soften the edges of what we call urban blight. Sometimes we feel the ecstasy of unity, especially on nights like tonight.
We are a city on shifting tectonic plates, frayed at the edges, clothed in attitudes of love and dismay. We are a city of others, separate and near. We are teachers and students alike, but webs twist around our minds, our lives, isolating us from those who look and think more different than we’d like.
We are all here, polarized by red and blue fear. We must break down the walls, Step out of the shadow of Them, Other, They. We must hold our sister’s gaze, grasp our brother’s hand. Link our minds to overcome judgments about what we think is right.
We are all here; the me in them. The drum beat of our city, the heartbeat of Seattle, the energy that makes our diversity vibrate with rhythm that unites.