What you could do, if you are interested and so inclined, is to talk to the local merchants and businesses and ask each of them to actively seek out and find an artist to sponsor during May. That sponsorship might be as simple as displaying an artwork in their window or it could be more as their resources dictate.
This website is an ongoing story in the making of a rock opera. The author and main character is a Canadian-Celtic Granny elder …..
Disclaimer continues … one day at a time … juggling ideas and trying to find those red shoes …
Today Granny thinks back to the last year of the last century, 1999 to be precise.
GRANNY: OK George here’s the story … Why I threw in the bit about the goose … Because that’s what everone thought at the time … Just a silly silly Silly old goose … Never took her seriously …
The going concensus was … That goose deserved to be cooked … Poking her nose in where it wasn’t wanted … writing terrible trash she called poetry … she really should have known better. Siily old Biddy.
Fifty is a lot of years waiting around for wisdom to settle in. Obviously not in her case. If it had … Well you know how it is … If only she had kept her lips buttoned. She would … Well, she might have done a wee bit better for herself.
The story? Well it goes like this … It was Spring of 1999. The old biddy was becoming somewhat desperate. Everywhere she went it was the same. No job. Not even the most menial. She tried everywhere. Of course no one would admit that it was her age preventing them from hiring her … That would look like discrimination.
So there she was in May of 1999, struggling to find work. The poor soul became so despondent about her economic situation that on some days she could barely hold back tears. There were days when she hid home alone trying to gather the courage to keep going. On days when she was brave enough to venture forth she tried to keep a positive attitude and a smile as door after door after door slammed in her face.
Not once did anyone admit that it was her age they held against her. They all claimed it was her attitude … That was what they whispered to one another after slamming every door she tried to open ever so gently.
She even tried consulting with the experts. Beyond advising her that her attitude was all wrong, none ever actually gave her any concrete help. Experts told her it wasn’t simply about getting a job. You had to show that you were developing a career, preferably in computers, networking with the right people and doing volunteer work for the most popular causes of the day.
It didn’t take her long to realize that what all these experts meant by “right attitude” was they expected her to go through the motions of pretending that she greatly appreciated their reams of expert opinion and advice. It only agitated them if she dared venture the “been there done that” response.
So finally in May 1999 she cooked her goose by writing a batch of … Hmmmm well at the time she was hardly in a state to offer anything resembling polished poetry … So what to call it … She called it Warts Warts and More. The shabby self-made book of eleven pages of writing and drawings was not very successful. Looking at it today … Well George … I think the old Biddy was in pretty bad shape. She dared to say such things … And what happened to her George?
So, her goose was cooked … And the happy pills they gave her … What about the Happy Pills? George, what was that? … That spurt of insane laughter … Did you hear it?
Cpyright 2015 MSO