tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post1752938410557245585..comments2024-01-09T19:29:01.696-05:00Comments on Martha Miller: An 80's Raphael...martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-83892558047607674852009-09-30T09:04:50.911-04:002009-09-30T09:04:50.911-04:00hi jen - how cool is that! it is indeed a small wo...hi jen - how cool is that! it is indeed a small world... xomartha millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-55749149006807102842009-09-25T12:36:40.194-04:002009-09-25T12:36:40.194-04:00Martha, this is Jen from Sanctuary.
As soon as I s...Martha, this is Jen from Sanctuary.<br />As soon as I saw that picture I thought wow that looks like Keith Knost. Then I read on and was delighted to confirm indeed it is and even more amazed/amused to see you are related to him! <br /><br />I met Keith long ago in a galaxy far far away during my days of glorious misspent youth in LRY (The UUA's now defunct Liberal Religious Youth). <br />I only met him a few times at big LRY gatherings and I was a younger kid to his luminary LRY status & fame. However Keith (then known as Kneith) left a lasting impression as an artist and a person who was clearly passionately driven to create beauty in this world. <br />What a stunningly small world we do live in.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08958352373114963373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-54787689852961257292009-09-25T10:20:29.168-04:002009-09-25T10:20:29.168-04:00oh - and those gourds were to eat and to paint wit...oh - and those gourds were to eat and to paint with!martha millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-9527459745478668972009-09-25T05:15:19.828-04:002009-09-25T05:15:19.828-04:00gourd. knew i didn't spell that correctly. gou...gourd. knew i didn't spell that correctly. gourd. god...martha millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-86344023046823213152009-09-25T05:12:56.865-04:002009-09-25T05:12:56.865-04:00mine has showed up in so many guises. one of the m...mine has showed up in so many guises. one of the most memorable was a chieftan in africa - he had an enormous colorful headdress and sat on a throne made of earth. he taught me how to dig up round guord-like vegetables out of the earth that were purple and yellowy gold.martha millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-57155586995242378082009-09-24T17:45:37.330-04:002009-09-24T17:45:37.330-04:00Nice comparison! I think of one particular dream ...Nice comparison! I think of one particular dream character when I think of my animus. He's a large rolly polly guy trying to get into an art school. I watched his presentation. He had made a beautiful baby front pack out of heavy silks of blues and grays with pipping all around the edges. He sat and held the baby. (This was a dream back when little P was just a year old.) Someone else pointed him out to be my animus--since they did, I can see it, but I didn't want to admit that my animus was a sensitive chubby guy who sews!Susan Beaucheminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12603806959873249854noreply@blogger.com