|Sketchbook page. 9 x 9. Ink and watercolor.|
It is just days after November 8, 2016, and the outcome from the presidential race still has me numb with shock. More than feeling sad that my choice (Hillary Clinton) did not win, I am overwhelmed with sadness and despair for our country. President-Elect Donald Trump campaigned on fear and hatred. His character of disrespect and violence shone through in the ways he spoke and acted in this last 18 months of our attention and his national stage. And millions of Americans voted for him.
I am sick.
As the title of this post suggests, it feels like shell shock.
Shell shock is term coined to describe the reaction of some soldiers in World War I to the trauma of battle. It is reaction to the intensity of the bombardment and fighting that produced a helplessness appearing variously as panic and being scared, or flight, an inability to reason, sleep, walk or talk. -- Wikipedia
|Oyster. Monotype. 12 x 12.|
|Abalone. Monotype. 12 x 12|
In the meantime, I grieve. And I look for beauty and nature and kindness and love and life. For now, it's the best I can do.
|Great Blue Heron at the Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge|
I know that I am not the only dreamer, but peace seems very far away.