|Wrapped Woman, charcoal.|
In the 70's I had a remarkable encounter I'll never forget. My car broke down in a small Idaho town and while it was being fixed I took a walk and met a guy tinkering in his garage who showed me a car he'd developed that gets 80 miles to the gallon! He was bursting with excitement and couldn't wait to call Ford to sell them the idea! That's of course that last we'll ever hear of him! You can imagine what happened. This is the capitalist version of a dissident Russian poet disappeared into Stalin's gulag for having the wrong idea. But Stalin in this case is the corporatocracy– one that sees us humans as not nothing more than pocketbooks to be emptied.
We all live with this assessment of our fellows as if it were reality. It's not. I look forward to living in a community where everyone is valued for whatever they can bring into the circle, and that resource– not gold or oil– is what we value most.