Inspiration
This is an art blog where I discuss the work I am inspired to make. Not a political blog. But in the past few weeks my inspiration has not been on my work, on my beloved hand embroidery but on Barack Obama. I have tried for weeks not to put my political views on the line for fear of offending someone who doesn't share my opinion but since I am still working on the dreaded table runner which I must finish today here goes. When John F. Kennedy was killed I was 4 years old. My mother had me watching his funeral for days. He meant that much to her. 5 years later when I was 9 she had me watching the train going through California after Bobby had been shot. He meant that much to her too. She was inspired by their vision. Now as an adult I can look back at those moments in history and realize that they were part of the history of my childhood too. The idealism, the dream. That is why they are memories of my childhood, because these men inspired my mother enough for her to immer...