We’ve had an entire season’s worth of winter in a matter of a few days. Before freeing the house from the weight of great icicles and snow, I did what any decent artist would do and took pictures:
CAVEAT: The following is a semi-sarcastic tirade of mine. This is not meant to start political arguments on my blog because, honestly, I just don’t care. Argue your politics on someone else’s blog.
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Global warming was not a smart term to create. No one understands it. Everyone keeps expecting temperatures to become higher and higher, all year, until the earth itself bursts into a massive ball of flames. I believe “climate change” to be a better term. Summers are far more hot, humid, and unbearable and winters are far more harsh, icy, and unbearable than they were when I was a kid. There’s been a huge increase in natural disasters, though they cannot be directly linked to climate change. But, come one! Russia is on fire! Greenland and the Poles (band name, anyone?) are melting! Jellyfish are taking over the ocean!
I find the whole climate change/global warming debate interesting: everyone seems to have scientific proof to back his/her opinions. I saw Al Gore’s film in my college chemistry class……what is it called? Something with an “I”……I don’t know, I can only think of Inception (awe-some!). I guffawed at the animation of polar bears becoming trapped on icebergs which floated out into the ocean, slowly melting until the polar bear had to swim for its life. Some say I have a twisted sense of humor, and that may be/is true, but I think Al went a bit over the top. The ice shelf may be melting, but I don’t think all the polar bears are so feeble-minded as to hang out on only those parts of ice which are breaking away. And, seriously, they wouldn’t realize what was happening and shift it to the mainland until they reached the middle of the ocean?!
ANYWAY, I painted the following piece based on some recent images of the melting of the ice shelf in Greenland. Greenland is melting!!! 🙂 I used only three colors and painted about 90% of the piece using a palette knife. In other words, this piece stretched me in many ways, and I’m really happy with the results.
Whew, this holiday alphabet thing is starting to wear me out.
I live in a region where ice is in abundance during the winter months. Black ice, especially, is not your friend. I remember coming out of the dorm one year at college, just in time to witness my friend, Kari, attempting to crawl up the slope of the parking lot while our other friend, Ryn, laughed and laughed. I kept walking, wondering at this behavior, and the next thing I knew, I was staring at the sky. My feet had gone out from under me like a freakish cartoon character. So that’s why Kari was crawling: black ice. Now, Ryn had double the laughs.
Icicles are another area of fascination for me, and my parents’ house gets plenty of them. I love knocking them down, hearing the fragile shatter as they hit the pavement. I love to try and break off the huge icicles in one piece, turn them over in my hands and inspect the layers that have formed. Then, I break those. I loved doing this when I was little, and I love doing it now.
You have to really love winter in the northern Midwest, with its ice, sleet, snow, high winds, and frigid temperatures, or you’ll want to impale yourself on one of those icicles.