Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Foresters with masters degrees in blather sitting behind desks ignoring institutional and local memory toying with people's lives probably ought to be sent to jobs serving the public and interpreting historical sites. Or something.
Sure was a pretty, albeit very hot day, nevertheless.
Sunday, September 2, 2018
I thought I'd head out and play some games with the tourists and 'visiting artists' on Friday. I was going to sit in front of some of the larger, less lived-in houses of Wasatch front illuminati and paint gaudy dollar signs on watercolor paper.
But then I started sketching the Das Cafe/Freedom Hall building down on Main Street just for giggles and warm up.
Then I began thinking I was being mean-spirited and kinda nasty about the whole thing, and gradually calmed down a bit, thinking I might ought to keep at this while I strategized my protest some.
Then I stayed all afternoon and came back to this sketch.
And I am still working on it...