I'm a big museum person and was delighted to hear that there was a museum dedicated to Native Americans - their culture and art - on the western edge of downtown Indianapolis, in White River State Park.
Ever wonder while in LA where the edge and the grit is that we all know, see and feel in NYC and other parts of the world? Well I know this has been on my mind and in my roaring impulses for over a decade.
The critics seem to have had an agenda because their reviews reek of disappointment. I went with curiosity, but I honestly did not expect to be moved, having seen dozens of movies and documentaries about the Holocaust and read hundreds of books about it.
The arts cast a peculiar spell. Relationships are forged and avenues are explored that likely would have never been considered. For some time, Jerry was simply a character, a fun-loving fan of The Greatest Show On Earth whose presence and kindness was much appreciated.
Over the years during the holiday season I've donated a portion of the proceeds from my print sales to support organizations that give back to the community. This year the proceeds will go to support Doctors Without Borders (MSF) in the fight against Ebola.
Tom Slaughter passed away on October 25th. He was a gifted artist, whose work was immediate, fun, simple, and unmistakably his own. Tom lived his life "in the brilliant light of imagined skies, where the time is always high noon or midnight."