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My art is not all kittens and warm puppies. Hidden below the surface is a real desire to keep our planet alive, and our society healthy - emotionally and physically. Does it show? I'm not sure. Look for it, though. It's subtle.
I don't want to go back to the traditional painting of the fifties (my 1950s), or the abstractions of the sixties - or anything between. You are welcome to join me on this journey. Maybe - little by little - We'll figure it out.
Let's fight the good fight.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Twelve Drummers Drumming. The red headed woodpecker I remember as a kid. Not a lot of them but there they were, like that toothpick picker. Now the red-headed woodpecker is focused in the woodlands of the Tennessee area, or the middle Appalachian area. They are struggling like the rest of the bird species. A moment for a plea to take care of our planet. The Downy, the Pilated. We see these more, and the Flicker. If you've ever had one try to get to the inside of the metal sheeting on your roof or in the eaves, you know they are real drummers.
My true love marched to a different drummer, not the little drummer boy, or other drummers we know, but these red-headed woodpeckers, who are my favorite.
On the Twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six Geese a laying,
Five Golden Rings,
Four Calling Birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a Partridge in a Pear Tree.
ON the Eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Eleven pipers piping. Of Course they are sandpipers. Although I enjoy bagpipers, they take up a lot of room, and he is keeping with the bird theme.
Sandpipers are native of Europe, and Britain and Asia. The spotted sandpiper is the American relative. Sandpipers migrate but always live on beaches, or near water. When the sandpiper flies he flies quite low and noisily. He pipes a shrill 'twee-twee-twee' and therefore my true love gave to me
Eleven pipers piping
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Ten lords a leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.
There si a part of the twelve days of Christmas that has a theory that includes the ten lords a leaping as symbolizing the ten commandments. I would have gone for the Lords of Flatbush but there weren't ten of them. I found ten leapers, though.
The bird theme seems to have taken a dive around day eight.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Nine ladies dancing, eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, and a partridge in a pear tree.
And just what kind of dancing did they do in the 1800s? I'm afraid my true love is going to get in trouble with the authorities.
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