Tag: Money
Nazi Gold
In Half
The bag is packed
A wonderful trip
A million miles
Back and forth
I am English
I am American?
I am in half
Never completely at home
A heart, a soul, a life
Chosen and divided
USA / UK Artist.
Opportunity Gap
This box purports to show the great disparity of living standards in the United States and the enormous differences in the haves and the have-nots.
In the 1970’s I photographed migrant workers in central Florida. The situation there was not too different from the photographs taken by the Farm Security Administration in the Thirties and the situation is the same today. In one camp far from civilization the workers lived in converted buses with 1 toilet and shower facility for over 70 people. The children did not attend schools as they were too far away. When the government finally closed the camp, they simply moved further into the outback.
Whole families worked the groves, including young children, but that was the only way the families could earn enough for the day.
Contrast this with the luxurious life styles of some today. There is a widening gap between the rich and the poor. As technology dominates the employment field, those with little education are doomed to low paying or no jobs at all. Our society is becoming more stratified economically.
Shoe Box
Shoes are also an important artistic expression for me. You see, as a walker, shoes are to me what cars are for others. They transport us from where we are to where we want to be.
The first box in my Women beyond borders series, represented women as guardians of the treasure within. “The Guardians R Us” 1996.
Now, the third box in my series releases part of its contents. The missing shoe mate and box top travel to Europe, entitled “Left Shoe Looking For Right” 1999.
The Guardians R Us
The One Dollar Bill, rather than any other currency, is to me an art form.
Green and White = the colors of peace.
Gold = the heart of women everywhere.
And a symbol for stability and universality.
Additional boxes by same artistÂ
Lost Butterflies
Where have all the mothers gone?
Off like butterflies in the wind.
All to great deeds of glory
Then on to new beginnings again.
The chrysalis of life is a never ending bond
Until the end of time.
Where have all the mothers gone?
Lost the most precious gift, a child of mine.
