I had a trump voodoo doll years ago and gave it to the dog to chew up. I think I am going to make a new one to get me through the coming years. I am finding it hard not to be an angry white woman. So I have been avoiding people.
My biological dad died the other day. We never did have a proper father/daughter relationship. I didn't know him and I didn't really wish to know him. He was never a prominent figure in my life and I was never upset about that, except when my step-mother would accuse me of being disloyal to him. BTW, I adored my step-mother, although we had our ups and downs, at least we talked to each other, debated and fought with each other but we had a relationship!
My parents divorced when I was a baby and my father remarried and had his own family. I never felt neglected or left-out, I was just not a part of that family. I was in great relationships with my paternal grandparents and that made up for any lack of fatherly love I might have had. I have been speaking a lot to my half-brother the last couple of days. He also had a contentious relationship with his dad and is really feeling his loss right now. I quit speaking with my father and sister during trump's first disastrous term in office, and I preferred to leave it like that. I guess it boils down to feeling a loss of having my final parent pass, all of those generations gone. My generation is the next to pass. Life goes on.
Udomsak Krisanamis practice has long been characterised by his specific use of collage, creating obsessive pattern made from newspaper, noodles, cellophane and paint. Over the past two decades Krisanamis’ work has maintained a distinct formal and conceptual clarity, offering a unique experimentation with the well-worn territories of grid.
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