Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Bar bar bar bar Barbar Ann

When to dress for California weather,
it'll be all in thins and leans
with a mean belted loop.

I'd only be a good San Fran woman.

i saw a young lady spit on an ex-marine
who was wearing a bulldog tee shirt
in the basement of the Art Students' League
in New York City in early 1982. We both stood there in shock.
She just walked up to him, spit, called him a baby killer,
and left. As we stood there, dumbfounded, a sculpture student
stood looking at me, waving around his sharp clay cutting knives
and smiling because I was suddenly very scared. He is lucky I did not kill him.

I should have told her, "I'm the baby killer!"
(altho I helped stop the killing, after)
Instead, I saw the kid, too young to be a Vietnam Vet,
sitting in the front lobby, later, and softly told him
"She doesn't understand." Later, I walked up Broadway
to the Vet Center. I talked with a normal younger fellow.
I told him I was having trouble socializing. He said,
"Hey, just get out and party! What's e problem?"

The problem is that people do not appreciate the contrast between war and peace.
A simple warm moment caprured in a painting is all too common for some.
For those of us who know better, it is the gift of hope for a sane life.

I finally helped start the Vet Center in Shreveport-Bossier City, Louisiana.
I had an art show at the opening, 1984, images of contemplation and recovery.

Marvelous moment of cheer for us, wonderful composition and feeling. Thanks!


I remember, December 31st, 1981, Winston Davis, another Vietnam Vet and a painter,
bought me corned beef and cabbage in a place on Lexington at 57th St.
This brought me good luck.

Dressed for success in California
I bought a cup of coffee at an outdoor stand
the server wearing a fishnet blouse with no bra
and I stood there noncholantly
Pouring milk down my arm instead of my coffee
She don't need no stinking burqa





Emma and Golda
two women
Juxtaposed

One turned away from the melting pot
she was on a journey to find the holy grail
The other embraced her new home land
She had drank from that grail
And then the United States government robbed her of lady liberty's precious promise. She wandered the world homeless, but cheerful, she died in Canada playing bridge with a few of her many friends. Finally years later the government of "the united snakes" relented and let her heart come home

sorry jimboloco I missed your post I was posting this as you were posting that.

The Winter Soldiers the hype by the media
if not for the courage of the marines who spoke out
she would not have spit
her head full of sound bytes
taped opinions
None of us civilians understand war
we have not seen
but some of us are blessed with the compasion to believe.

I don't know what to say about an all volunteer army