Somebody left a poem in our beach book in early July of 1999. As I often do, I was reading back in the volumes to see what we were doing this same week in other years. This poem struck me as a summing up of beach time for us… maggie and milly and molly and […]
Author: bonniehull
Bonnie Hull is a painter. Transplanted from the urban mid-west, she works in Oregon's capital city living in a mid-19th century house. Studio, garden, quilting, coffee, preservation, the Oregon art world are among her topics.
Car Wash Interval
As you might remember, I have an innate love of the car wash as a mood elevator and visual treat. Happy weekend. Keep in touch.
Personal History
On June 24, 1970, Roger Hull and I drove into Salem, Oregon. It was Soap Box Derby day with the date painted in big letters on the bottom of the track in blue. I thought I might always remember that date, and I was right. It was a big month for us, June, 1970. R […]
What it Means to be Free
Ellen reminded me of this powerful song today
Black Lives Matter
Systemic racism is a white problem. We made it and we need to help solve it, starting now. Like you, I continue to read and try to understand all the ramifications of this. Here’s two more: https://amp-wbur-org.cdn.ampproject.org/c/s/amp.wbur.org/cognoscenti/2020/06/01/george-floyd-systemic-racism-boston-lee-pelton https://time.com/5851855/systemic-racism-america/?utm_medium=10today.ad3li.20200617.smartflab.421.1&utm_source=email&utm_content=article&utm_campaign=10-for-today—4.0-styling Keep in touch.
What to Say, What to do?
I don’t know. It feels too big for my brain. Read everything… https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2016/07/racist-history-portland/492035/ and understand where you live and why it is the way it is for black lives. Think deeply about the violence actual and implied. Step one step to the side and look at things differently….https://hyperallergic.com/569283/origin-of-word-looting/ Examine your thinking, “White Fragility” https://robindiangelo.com/publications/ and […]
When Did It Happen?
When did Police become soldiers? Maybe when so many people came home from our many wars as soldiers and stepped into police jobs? Maybe when drugs began to shift lives so dramatically in all communities? Maybe when weapons became glorified and began to be more than tools? Though we know through the law of averages […]
1918
This photo came to light the other day and it fascinated me…the cycles of history…how we didn’t know this exactly…these young women were all Willamette students in 1918, and the photograph was taken at the Salem Train Station. On the back was written “Had to go home. Union Depot to catch train to Portland. Closed […]
Damn It
This would have been the Garden Tour day, Patrick’s wedding in Idaho, tomorrow the kids and the grands would have arrived for the summer. The world would not be in turmoil and contaminated…if only…if only… So this post is for my reading group. We are three…one in Denver, one in Santa Fe, and me. We […]
Early Friday in the Garden
We are living in a tragedy, all of us. It is of epic proportions, we are beginning to fully understand. As artists we try to bear witness to what is happening to us and around us. We know other artists and writers and musicians are doing the same and this gives us a certain resilient […]
