picking myself up

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On election night as I watched the states turn red one after the other, I
just could not sit there anymore. But I couldn't tear myself away. I had
this horrible feeling building up inside of me. Anxiety, frustration,
bewilderment. So I picked up some paints and started. The colors calmed
the turmoil inside.

This is the product of my election night turmoil.

I'm calling it "Dialogue". At first, I wanted to name it "Political
Dialogue", but ended up simplifying it. It has to do with the fact that
he, Bush, kept on lying and it just didn't matter. It's almost like a
switch gets turned off when people are presented with facts. They are just
-absent-.

Interestingly, the picture that I drew my inspiration from is an old
photograph from one of the Japanese internment camps. The chairs were
built for children by the residents of the camp. They were made from
discarded scraps of wood since the federal government provided little in
the way of furniture.

"Dialogue" oil, 20 x 16 inches

~bridgette

why oh why did kerry concede now ??

it's so sad. i knew the bastard would win but i had a last minute hope against hope that he'd lose... we were so so close...