Thursday, April 08, 2010

Crosses in Kyrgyzstan and magic missiles.

I began drawing these notes after listening to John Mack speak on the psychology of alien abductions.(youtube)I did not understand where these images were coming from. In the context of what I was reading this morning about this grandmother in crimson and striped gloves(Kuchina)and umbrella(Poppins) the drawings make more sense. Her actions bring to mind another account of revolution and grandmothers(Robin Pratt-Potemkin)

2 comments:

Russell Maycumber said...

mwoody said @ 4:39am GMT on 8th Apr
Why are they all so snazzily dressed? I mean, this is a serious question: everyone looks like they just came off a fashion shoot, if you ignore the blood. Lots of denim and dark colors.
mwoody said @ 4:48am GMT on 8th Apr
Also strange: the only woman in any of the pictures, rioters or police, is the old lady in red - also notable for being the only person not wearing blue, beige or black - who looks like she's about to cast magic missile.-lifted comments from SE blog.

Russell Maycumber said...

It took about 20 minutes for the crowd to become used to the presence of the tanks in front of them. It was clear that they were there to fire on us, but it was also clear that they weren’t planning to fire just yet. We stood there murmuring to each other, wondering what to do now. Then, without warning, the old lady standing next to me did something astounding. Instead of trying to back away, or duck, or extract herself from what was obviously going to turn into a massacre, she reached up and grabbed onto the front of the tank and hoisted herself onto it. As I stood and watched, open mouthed with surprise, she scrambled up the body of the tank and began hammering on the hatch with her fists. “Come out!” she hollered, banging away, “Show yourself! I demand to speak to you!”

A few seconds passed and the hatch began to open. The old lady leaned back as the top was lifted and a white hand and arm lowered it back onto the tank. Then the head and shoulders of a very young, very scared-looking soldier emerged. The old woman wasted no time. “Bor!” she hollered at the young man, making a fist with her thumb inserted between the index and middle fingers. I had seen this gesture many times and knew that it was what Russians did when they were calling out a thief. “You are a thief!” she cried. “Shame on you, shame on you!” Robin Pratt http://potemkin.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-real-dmitri-orlov-please-stand-up.html

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