Our Chapter Art
Barbara Menne, Untitled, alcohol inks, 2021.
Joanna Lepore Dwyer, Untitled, 2000. Yes, my daughter the artist! A high school work, it hangs on my office wall as a daily reminder of what we are up against.
From Nancy Atwood, a poem by her friend Sue Liska:
What Do You See Off the Bow of Your Ship?
A vision of blue, a promise of forever
The sky a pink hue, yet I feel a slight shiver
What upsets this earth picture so vivid with beauty?
A thought so distressful, in verse I think my duty
To paint a picture of plastic everywhere raining down
Entering our ecosystem, is it possible to rebound?
It affects my thoughts….. pollution is a dirty word
Ahead in time, I see fewer animals and birds
To make things right, to educate and care
To help erase this blight over our earth once fair
Develop technology to recover, reuse, redistribute
And to humanity’s future we will be a tribute
A Few Years From Now:
Triumphant! We did it large scale, results plain to see
Our earth looks better, cleaning up was the key
On the horizon ahead, no longer to aggrieve
Healthier food and drink, and better air to breathe
This ship crosses waters near my town and yours,
And plastic recovery is a business that soars
Every piece utilized for man’s hungry desires
Captured in mobile bays, all excuses ceasefire
Zero tolerance for scrappy discards that can’t be reused
Find them, surround them, recover, recycle, stop abuse
Then the view from your ship’s bow will surely produce
A satisfaction and success for planet Gaia--no excuse