soft guns. in light of police shootings and folks murdering one another daily with guns, what could be more paradoxical than a set of cuddly guns? especially ones with happy, cheerful, bright flags extending from them, cartoon gun style? these were my contribution to our spring exhibition in our local group of creative souls. i also made them as a way of working through how i felt about the bowling ball bags full of handguns and ammunition that we found in my mother's car last december. i still can't breathe when i think of what she might have done with those guns in her alzheimer's-induced paranoia. and a state that renews a permit to carry a concealed weapon for an elderly woman with dementia, when they've just ruled her unfit to drive. unfit to drive, but fine to go around with five loaded handguns. now that's a paradox.
gold lame and brocade.