I sort blobbed this up a little.
It has a story. Onondaga Lake, in Syracuse, NY, where I used to live, is one of the most polluted lakes in the country if not the world. I was there one day walking and taking pictures when a migrant worker drove up in his pick-up truck, got out, and washed up in the toxic waters of the lake. A storm was approaching--I tried to tell him that the water wasn't clean, but he didn't understand me. I was thinking the storm was a figurative one as well as a literal one.
I had some problems with this, and may try it again sometime.
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3 comments:
Great painting and story.
Your story is heartwrenching and sums our society up in just a few brief words. We have become such a Tower of Babel that we can't even successfully warn another of imminent danger. Your moleskine sketch, though, is like a dream of what could be if only we would take care.
Thank you John and Annie for your very kind comments.
Sadly, this lake is so polluted that a rescue operation would be phenomenally expensive--dredging the sludge, filtering the water etc. It may never happen, they just want to SEAL IT OVER.
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