The Chameleon. Detail of a much larger drawing. I am in heaven experimenting with different pens, nibs and ink. I am shaking with excitement, okay only for a few seconds and that was a while ago.
I hate Facebook. I find it stale and very uncool. Things have hashtags, as if it isn't enough to just share the moment, one has to index it for the whole world to see. Everybody is a friend, a follower and a liker. Many are stalkers. If not for my family and very dear friends who are literally scattered around the globe, I would have quit. I cannot imagine why one would think that having over two thousand friends or a complete stranger following you, is normal. In real life, one is lucky to have one true friend. How many people are that lucky and blessed? It may surprise you, not many. I did not know people who are complete strangers can follow personal Facebook pages! In Facebook, people share photographs of their operative sites, their scars, their dressings, selfies in the bathrooms, greasy meals. Here is an advice about selfies. Selfies are not new. They were once called self portraits. Avedon, Halsman, Eisenstaedt did them, with class, art and flair. Painters did them too, never in the bathrooms. I have limited my feeds to family and very close friends, those who actually have something original, interesting, smart and funny to share; and of course the beautiful ones. I have beautiful friends, that is my problem. I love them, I just hate the videos and hoaxes they seem to fall for, time and again. Why is that? Why do people with masters and doctorate degrees believe that a giant squid head was washed ashore in California? Why do these weird things happen in California? What is over there? The spamming and phishing bots headquarters of the U.S.A.? I envy my friends who do not have Facebook accounts, not even fake or secret ones used to troll or stalk someone in disguise; or hide behind aliases, like chameleons. That is most admirable. Instagram. I think I am going to throw up. Snapchat. Don't go there. You will drive the young ones away.
