Thinking about art.

 I don't have an artistic bone in my body. While I suppose that writing is an art, this is just a natural outcropping of my rather frantic brain.  I titled my blog "inside Robyn's brain" and put up a warning that you would be meandering in my mind as I sought to free whatever words were trying to get out.

I admire people who can paint, or draw or create visual art.  I love "representational" art, but get that modern art moves people as well. 

Art, in its many forms is necessary for human health, in my opinion.

As I seek to calm my mind with the storm that appears on the horizon of the Republican Administration, I will go to museums, concerts- while I can afford it, they have promised the Middle Class "great suffering" as part of their agenda to destroy the Middle Class and create two classes  Serfs and royalty.

I am off on a tangent I did not mean to follow, so you see where I am these days. I will seek out new museums, look for artists at street fairs, add to my art wall in my stairwell and hope.

Always. Hope.