@janis b

Starred for a long while at the Carousel; love the lion and the cotton-candy colors. It does appear the nymphs are at play as the king rides securely on. Coney Island, 1932 ... hum?

Here's where my mind went with your Saturday offering ... the saints all gather at the river while the sinners ride bare-back on the carousel.

This is the music that came to mind …

[video:https://youtu.be/8HT6DADgGI4]

Does that intriguing painting have anything to do with the Confederacy vs.the Union?

ps. because your musical addition was so small, all I could see was “video unavailable”. If it were bigger I would have seen the title and performer, and most likely have found it on youtube.

@jbob

I hope they develop a vaccine that works for covid-19.

Video concerts are just not the same as live and in person!

[video:https://youtu.be/_CJfxaWRkNs]

[video:https://youtu.be/Hp31PYP3vgg]

@randtntx

hey, got out yesterday, joined old ski buddies, Jim and Cathy, she's still fighting cancer, five years in and having weekly treatments. We met at the Grandfather winery which sits along the Boone fork, is very large, with tents, tables and seating outside among the grapes. A beautiful day to be out and the Appalachian red was good, too.

Have a lovely weekend.

a different point of view, a sliver of hope, anything better, music can help.

@mimi

Love the clark piece, don't know what it means, it's powerful and breaks the norm, i feel struggle and humanity in it; a bit about the artist:

A native of New Orleans, Ed Clark grew up in Chicago and spent the early 1950s in Paris, supported by a G.I. Bill scholarship. In Paris he turned emphatically toward abstraction: “It struck me that if I paint a person—no matter how I do it—it is a lie. The truth is in the physical brushstroke and the subject of the painting is the pain itself.”

After five years overseas, Clark moved to New York City, where in 1957 he began to show works often acknowledged as the first “shaped” paintings. Here collaged elements break the traditional rectangular limits of the canvas, carrying the dynamism of Clark’s brushstrokes into the spaces beyond. Art Institute Chicago

Thanks for the lovely tune and thanks for being here.

in your morning offerings. What it would mean - what do you see in it?

To me it looks like breaking out, searching for ones own spaces and more freedoms.

I hear my sister mocking me in my mind, saying: you have no eyes, I never see what she sees.

Oh, well, sisters, you know, they have their issues...

I see a lot. Darn, I have to take my position and defend it, right?

Have a good weekend. Our weather is a bit crazy, never behaves like the weatherman in TV says it would behave. So, I say it's the weatherman who is crazy, the weather is just doing its thing his/her way.

Got a bit sentimental and teary now. Never really listened to this song consciously. There is s time for everything, so now I listened to it and I started to cry.

[video:https://youtu.be/gUUOKqKsfeM]

Be well, stay safe and to all more freedom and less hate.

@enhydra lutris

Glad you enjoyed this morning'a art. Here's a little about the art and artist:

British artist Steve McQueen’s projected video and film installations are rich in cinematic tradition and compelling in content. His earliest works—black-and-white silent films—are indebted to 1960s structural filmmaking, wherein the mechanics of shooting and projection become essential components of the film’s subject. His more recent work explores the relation between the medium and the spectator. At once confrontational and seductive, these colossally scaled works transform a purely visual experience into a visceral event. Presented as a single installation, Caribs’ Leap and Western Deep are linked by the theme of descent. The dual-screen projection Caribs’ Leap juxtaposes luminous scenes of the beachfront on the island of Grenada—the birthplace of McQueen’s parents—with irregular images of tiny figures falling through a vast sky. The latter pay homage to the island’s indigenous Caribs, who in 1651 leapt to their death rather than surrender to the invading French. In Western Deep, the viewer takes a nightmarish journey into the hot, noisy depths of a South African goldmine. Presented and considered together, these two films suggestively liken modern mining conditions to a historical act of genocide. ~ Art Institute Chicago

Have a splendid weekend.

"Break the silence, dawn is here."

Top picture is a stunner, second is a puzzler. Wonderful beginning. Been busy with all the mundane realities, some long pending tasks and some spontaneous, constant busyness like some crazy chickadee or something. Much done yet ever so much more still to do while inspiration waxes and wanes and ideas come, get lost and forgotten and return at random while digging or pruning or sawing or something. Coffee time. The solstice approaches. printf("Hello World")

Morning has broken, or perhaps morning is broken, I dunno. The long slow decline into winter starts in 7 days as time's juggernaut staggers onwards. The garden still has one unplanted bed, but there is nothing one should plant in June here. Whatever. The apricots are ripening and for once we will be home in early July, so who knows what that will be like. Time to make some breakfast.

be well and have a good one.

@magiamma

another day in Appalachian paradise; bright sunshine, deep blue skies and a cool breeze.

Have a wonderful West Coast weekend.

Great music all. Times are a changing. I can feel it. And we have front row seats. Hold on.

Love the ones you’re with...

Be safe and take good care, all.

@Anja Geitz

Lots to heal in this world. Lucky in having online friends who share the pain and joy when so much is in need.

Hope you've some downtime this weekend to enjoy your garden.

Big cheers for the MJ.

Your Saturday OT heals my soul just when I need it most. Many thanks to members here for the wonderful musical contributions. My heart is both heavy and full thinking about everything that is going on in the world right now, and gospel singers somehow touch that place inside us, even if you are not religious, that shines a light on our humanity.

So, here is my pick for one of the all time great gospel singers; the beautiful Mahalia Jackson with a song that bumped even Elvis Presley off the charts.

[video:https://youtu.be/IkbHHQtT_Ho]

@Not Henry Kissinger

Protesters Pull Down Joe Biden After Mistaking Him For Old Racist Statue

WASHINGTON, D.C.—Enraged protesters were marching through D.C. toppling racist statues when they came upon one standing on a street corner. The archaic, racist statue looked very, very old. It even had some kind of obsolete soundbite-playing device in it, probably an early phonograph from how old the statue looked. It kept saying things about black people being clean and articulate and how poor kids are just as bright as white kids.

The rioters threw a lasso around the top of the statue after googling "How to tie a lasso" and arguing for a while about how lassos are racist. They then brought it tumbling down after graffitiing all over it.

Unfortunately, the old, racist statue turned out to be former vice president and current presidential candidate Joe Biden.

"Classic pranksters," Biden said, chuckling, as he dusted himself off. "You know, this happens from time to time. Back in my day, we were out at the community pool, hanging out and throwing rocks at each other, as was the fashion at the time. CornPop and I were dishing it out and running our fingers through our leg hairs when..." As he continued to drone on, though, another racist group came up and toppled him the other way.

Eventually the rioters had had their fun and moved on, knocking over Nancy Pelosi and Ruth Bader Ginsburg, mistaking both of them for ancient statues.

@aliasalias

Cheers for the wonderful tunes and poetry.

Be well and safe out there.

From the lyrics
"Padlock the door and board the windows
Put the people in the street
"It's just my job," he says "I'm sorry."
And draws a check, goes home to eat
But at night he tells his woman
"I know I hide behind the laws."
She says, "You're only taking orders."
That's how every empire falls.

A bitter wind blows through the country
A hard rain falls on the sea
If terror comes without a warning
There must be something we don't see
What fire begets this fire?
Like torches thrown into the straw
If no one asks, then no one answers
That's how every empire falls."