When looking at any form of art; humanity’s history is revealed. Fashion, architecture, politics, religion … it’s all there for one to see. From the Leang Sakapeo hand stencils, Rembrandt’s The Anatomy Lesson, Picasso’s Guernica, Rockwell’s The Problem We All Live With we are allowed a peek back in history – the good and bad. I read somewhere (can’t remember the author) that “Art is the signature of civilization.” #truth
I am in no way including myself with the above august company. But, I do love art – or better, creating. Grandma Lillian and my mother, Joan, instilled an innate need to create. Whether it be textile, paint, paper, metals, or wood — I think I’d wither if banned from experimenting or creating. My own children held a paintbrush as wee toddlers.
So, imagine my pleasant surprise as I came upon my teenaged “Pink Floyd–Led Z–J Tull–Leon R–Yes” angst artist days portfolio. (I think I was 16-18 years old when I sketched these pieces). I spent an afternoon reminiscing the 70’s…clothes, music, hairstyles, politics — it’s all there. “How weird,” my girls laughed.
Farrah Fawcett ‘do, LSD, counter-culture, civil rights, anti-war. Now? I’m an old Betty, sitting in my sweats, drinking hot tea. I took a few screenshots and packed it away again. Maybe when I’m in my doddering years (not there yet!) I’ll come across this time capsule portfolio again.
Have a good week! — Joanne