did this poster get from the wall of our office onto the Internet? It turned up in my Google Alerts this morning when I clicked on it to find myself standing before this Ron Black poster designed for the Shotgun Players' production of the Marcus Gardley play, "This World in a Woman's Hands." This show was staged to critical acclaim a couple of years ago in Berkeley.
That control of one's image has long ago been lost is a given; but the number of times I've begun to confront myself without warning can be pretty disturbing, depending upon how that image is used.
Don't misunderstand; I love Ron's work, and am delighted to be associated with its message, but the use made of it by the group whose name I hesitate to repeat suggests a more strident attitude than I'm feeling at the moment. Maybe I've simply been mellowed by the holidays and, just maybe, I'm experiencing a shift in thinking ... .
Perhaps it's just a question of aging while having outlived my rage without losing my passion.
Need to give this some thought -- when the scent of pine needles and peppermint candy canes dies down though. I seem to have been overcome by "Peace on Earth Good Will Toward Men", at least for the moment.
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