You are a Rain Barrel. Empty. Full. Empty. Full.

For the artists out there not making art...a new way to think.

For those in the back, not paying attention, the last few weeks have been full of a one syllable word that leaves the rooms in which it is spoken with a little less air…DARR.

Now that the DARR Mine Mosaic Memorial has been doing its thing on the 300 foot long wall for a full week, I am breathing a bit easier. After several necessary hibernation days of basement recovery, I have emerged, to hear the first of the travelers make their initial, shocked remarks about its impact. Hundreds of real life people are saying the name Darr and being primed to learn more because of mosaic. I have counted no less than four retired coal miners looking me in the eye and saying, thank you. One old gentleman cried as he rode his bike by, asking “are they really meant to be coal tags?”

Take a listen to last week’s The Art of the Lost Story as a read-aloud by me.