Redemption in Black and White

There is the joke that every photograph becomes “art” if it is in black and white.  The joke exists for a reason – a lot of pictures that are boring in color become much more interesting in black and white, taking on a new life.

Even though I am a magpie, and am continually drawn to bright colors, the fact is, in art, colors can often confuse me and distract me when I try to work with them.  Paintings end in disaster because of a lack of self-control, and nowadays, a lack of experience and skill.

Maybe that is why I keep coming back to sumi-e – there are not the decisions to make about color, but only gradation and loading the brush.

When I think about what I like in black and white photography, it varies.  One thing which I love in B&W is its graphic nature.  In contrasty pictures, lines can make the eye wander in and out in ways color does not.

Color is subtle, and more luxurious.  Soft B&W, with long scale and low contrast, is akin to color because it is more dreamy, and requires more emotional investment.

I like the drama of contrasts which, for me, is the same as a loud noise – startling, awakening, even traumatic.

Hangin’ Out

Today is the end of my brother’s trip from Wisconsin.  He and his wife will be flying back tonight.  My sister has already gone back to Colorado.

This has been a wonderful week filled with meeting new people, doing things, revisiting, seeing family not seen for awhile.  I’ve forgotten how nice it is to be around family – at least mine, as it is spread all over the place.  My husband’s family is local, so we see them, and they are wonderful, too.  How nice to like the people who are relatives!

Yesterday, Josh, Kevin (bro), Suzi (SIL), Christine and her children, Alex and Riley (nieces and nephew) all went to the Ronald Reagan Library in Simi Valley, CA.  I’ve never paid to look at the museum, but it was really worth it.  The exhibits about Reagan were well done, and gave a good insight into his life and development into a political character.  Personal aspects, such as his relationship with Nancy, his wife, were fun.  Nancy herself seems to have a rather wicked sense of humor because of a her “second hand Rose” outfit and the song she sang, in response to criticism about her perceived extravagances.  (Click on the picture below to see the entire photo.)

Air Force 1, from Reagan’s time, is also housed on the property, in a vast hangar.  Really rather impressive.

There is also an exhibit about George Washington, with many artifacts of his time, as well a lot about his life.  Below are place settings of silver, crystal and china actually used by Washington.

Then, off to dinner and home.

Offshoring & Outsourcing

Much to the chagrin and disappointment of many people I know, I have long advocated making it illegal to sell off our factories to countries overseas, as well as making it illegal to outsource employees to other countries, or allowing nationals of countries which do not allow non-citizens to purchase property to buy property in the U.S.  “In the global economy, this is just not feasible” is a common argument.  Yes, we do live in a global economy, but there is something fundamentally wrong about hiring people on the other side of the world to work graveyard shifts when the jobs can be done by Americans here at home.

Economically, the U.S. has moved away from being a country which manufactures, allowing employees to earn a decent living, to one which provides services.  Service jobs are often low-paying, back-breaking, and provide little in the arena of personal growth and achievement.  Essentially, many are a form of modern slavery, without the dirty word attached to it.  Temp agencies hire and fire multitudes of people, working them in conditions which seem similar to those found in the German concentration camps, but instead of sending them to gas chambers, the employees get written up and fired.  Demoralization of the individual appears to be the norm. Here are some links about life in the giant warehouses sprawling over the country:

And lest you think that European employers carry the same standards to the US as they have in Europe, consider the Ikea workers:

On the other hand, with cutbacks hitting national and state parks, this is something to consider:

To my American eyes, the benefits provided citizens of many countries appear very good.  Health care is a primary example.  Here, if you have money or insurance (good or bad), you can get care, but it can cost you an awful lot.  If you are poor, it may be available, but the wait can be long and often far away.  People decry Obama’s healthcare, and voted away the Clinton administration’s plans, yet we have workers who are not able to afford healthcare, despite working 40 or more hours a week, and who are on welfare and getting public assistance.  These same workers are worse off than they were five years ago, but are told they are societal leeches for not finding work.  However, the vast amount of temporary workers keeps unionization from easily happening because of the turnover rate of employees.

Historically, unions have improved the working conditions of employees, but the Republican regime in Wisconsin, and elsewhere, work very hard to destroy these unions, playing on the notion that unions and employee benefits, such as those in pension funds employer and employee pay into (just like in large corporations), are what are destroying this country.  Sadly, in tough times and in tandem to the anti-union movement, religion becomes a stronger source of internal support, and many of our current political candidates use this to fuel their political campaigns to destroy what benefits many.  Conservatives work for the idea of “small government” but do not seem to understand that destroying social safety nets – being the proverbial “brother’s keeper” – undercuts much of what helps keep a society from collapsing when the going gets rough.
Yes, there are certainly situations where abuse occurs – that is human nature – but what marks a civilization is, in my opinion, the overall welfare of its citizens.  We seem to be bent on destroying the individual for the corporation, but what we, as a nation of capitalists and lobbyists, forget is that if we destroy the middle class, we destroy ourselves.  Our middle class is disappearing.  When the extremes between rich and poor occur and the disparity increases, revolution can be the result.  Nations which spend more than 30% of the GDP on defense begin to fail.

Can we afford these changes?  I don’t think so.  However, the fact is, the world is changing, but does it mean we are going to become a big, nameless blob of ants and worker bees, and trample one another in the rush to get a job which destroys all we have to offer?  This is something to ponder. I cannot but wonder about the overall condition of the average American worker.

In addition to abusing workers and taking advantage of high unemployment rates, we also have other capitalists who prey on the suffering by usury – that old-fashioned, Biblical term – of high interest rates for short-term loans.  Predatory lenders are capitalists in a niche market, and pay-day corner stores are becoming very common.

Well, there are my thoughts for the day.  I spent the morning walking in the shoes of the warehouse employee.  My ostrich-self does not like to see this in my country, or elsewhere in the world, but this is the reality I avoid.  This is one reason why I don’t like traveling to really poor countries – I have such a sense of guilt, and know there is little I can do to help others in need.  I rant, but do not take action.  I contribute to all this because I am a modern consumer, and my own wants create sweatshop conditions and modern slavery.  My microcosm is safe and clean, but even it has its perils.

A Look Out the Window

This past week has been filled with family in from Wisconsin and Colorado.  Last weekend was a big gathering of the clans, on the only rain-filled day in months, so we all crowded into the house, unable to spill outside to the patios.  People who have not met made contact, and others who have not seen one another in years caught up.  It has been a wonderful time, and what I really liked the most was how much everyone liked everyone else.  We will be winding up all this family stuff this next weekend, and then it is unknown when we will all meet up again.  I like the idea of renting a big house, in Hawaii or in northern Wisconsin, and bringing in family from all over the place – others like the idea, too, so we can all see each other again.  We aren’t getting any younger . . . and the little ones are growing up way too fast.

This morning is very quiet, with only the birds being heard through the open window.  Sunrise was brilliant sky and pink clouds.  These are the texture of my mornings here in the studio, as I drink coffee and ponder what to do during the course of the day.  As I am spring break, my days are not at all structured with the need to get out the door on time to make it to class, to spend the 5 minutes it takes for the ancient work computer to boot, put my lunch away, and listen to any phone messages which may have come in.  It is this quiet that means so much to me as it is time to reflect on what is going on.  I also daydream of retirement and the fact that my life will be more my own as it declines . . . .

There is value in little moments.  I am not at all sure where I am at when it comes to painting or knitting or photography right now.  I don’t know if I really care.  Aimlessness has its own value because it allows for exploration without the need to accomplish.  There are lesson plans to write, things to read, and so on, and while they will get done, I don’t want to do them now.  Rather, I want to savor the morning and its little things and allow my mind to roam where it will.