17 March 07
Four Years
Today was one of those days where so many things were planned a little triage was called for… picked up some ceanothus and monkey flower at the Arboretum Plant Sale, rushed home, went in to the Farmers’ Market on my bike for the 13th Worldwide Sketchcrawl. I had planned to go to the one in Sacramento but decided to pull a last-minute event together in Davis. It was so last-minute I was the only participant, but that was fine. I sketched for an hour, had lunch with Numenius, bought a new sketchbook, and then went over to the Code Pink demonstration marking the fourth year of the war in Iraq.
There were probably 100 pairs of shoes, each labelled with the name of a civilian killed in Iraq. This baby I drew, for instance: her father has come back from Iraq, is now on the circuit as an Iraq Veteran for Peace. There was a pair of shoes there that could have fit her.
I returned this evening for a candelight vigil, poetry reading, singing. We’ll be doing this for the rest of our lives…
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...four long years – but thank God for people like you who haven’t frgotten or become numb to it.
The drawings are beautiful, and full of hope.