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Annie Olson

"Artist Musings"

Come into my shell with me! My "Artist Musings" will give you an insight into my inner workings and why I create these faux shells and other works of art.

Updated: May 4

The other day, thanks to all this modern technology, I was able to see and talk to my great granddaughter Lorna up in Alaska yesterday. FaceTime! Who would have known we’d be able to do this? She’s not quite 4 years old. About the same age I was when I sat in that soft, comfortable chair in my bedroom untangling my shoe laces.

So it made sense to tell Lorna about a story of what I when I was her age. I started with asking her if she knew what shoe laces were. I’m asking her this as she carries her mom’s iPhone all over the place. I see Hemingway, their cat with multiple toes just like the cats in Key West. Descendants of Earnest Hemingway, the writer. Writer of one of my favorites. The Old Man and the Sea.

I didn’t think she was hearing me. Lorna is a very open and talkative child, so I was surprised when she said to me. “We’re going downstairs to my bedroom.”

Now, I gotta tell ya! It’s an interesting thing to find yourself “riding” a iPhone when Facetime is on with a almost four year old controlling the reins. I try not to get dizzy but enjoying the guided tour.

At first, it isn’t clear to me why Lorna brought us downstairs. But then she brings out her book. With the title, “Tangled”.

Now realize, I try to keep up with my children, grandchildren and greats. But so much to remember. I’d vaguely heard about this movie done by Disney eleven years ago. But I hadn’t made the association with myself and my love of tangled shoe strings over 70 years ago.

Quickly I realized that Laura had been listening to me! Listening well! To what I was relating to her.

The Internet is amazing! I looked up when Disney released it. The story line. That it was a retelling of a Grimms Brothers story of Rapunzel. (I am not a very good speller and I chuckle of how good the logarithm is to guess what I’m trying to spell). I won’t bore you with how poorly I tried to spell her name.

This all began with me sitting in a chair long ago untangling knots. Which led to the King and I movie. And then the Puzzlement song. Much more to say on that later. But for now, a lighthearted window in a bit of our family life. And modern ways to keep in touch.

Annie Olson (Pink Eagle)

Updated: May 4

I can still “see myself” sitting in a stuffed chair in my tiny bedroom. My folks had the big bedroom and my grandma had the other large one.

I was probably only four or five. This was way before Velcro. ( In fact, Velcro was a word in our crossword puzzle today. ) So in order to hold shoes on kiddy feet, shoestrings were used. And like any good strings, they knew their job was to become a tangle of knots to fascinate a child like myself.

I just loved to curl up in that soft friendly chair. I look down at my shoes and find my fingers and eyes invited into the puzzle below.

At the time, I was way too young to ponder why I loved this activity. But now over 70 years later, I have no problem answering the why.

I seem to have been born with a desire to solve dilemmas, enigmas and such. Taking great pleasure in attempting to solve the unsolvable.

So of course I am well aware of The Gordian Knot and Alexander The Great. Of Alexander solving the puzzlement by destroying It.

To solve it, he had to kill it.

He used his sword to cut all entangled strands into pieces. I’m reminded of Humpty Dumpty and all the king’s men unable to put him back together again.

Now this is only a story. So I have no idea if it is true of The Great Alexander. But this gives a window into me. The deeper me.

I close with a suggestion. Go to YouTube and put in The King and I and Yul Brynner singing the song "It’s a puzzlement."

A song I heard when I was young watching the movie The King and I. One of my favorites.

How I see our world. A Puzzlement.

Pink Eagle (Annie Olson)

Updated: May 4

I wrote this after listening to the beginning of the Trial of former president Trump. This is what I find myself wondering. Eliciting these questions. I do not have answers, only questions.

When I watched the (just now as I type this, Delegate Stacey Plaskett from The Virgin Islands). Spoke of Trump’s Cavalry.......

“We are the Cavalry!”

My Indian ears hear this. And I see the United States Cavalry ordered to kill Indians all over the West. Incited to kill children, women, old people too. Not just healthy Indian men on horses with guns. Violently!

Not by accident the word Cavalry is used by Trump and his Followers. Our history of using the Cavalry to get what we want.

With that in mind, here are my thoughts today.

January 6, 2021......I watched The planned Massacre take place live. Afterwards, I found myself wondering. Wondering why they were unable to find Vice President Pence. Why they were unable to hang him. Wondering why they were unable to find Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. Wondering why they were unable to blow her brains out.

Do any of you reading my words, realize how painful it is to type this?

Could it be The Hand of God, Our Creator, prevented The Mob from hanging Mike Pence and prevent Nancy Pelosi from being shot in the head? Protecting almost everyone on both sides.

Protecting The Mob Itself and Trump from a Much Worse Outcome. As bad as it was, it could have been so much worse. I think we need to be so grateful it was so mild in comparison to what could have taken place.

I can FEEL the fear of Native Peoples. The Cavalry incited over and over again to slaughter these Human Beings. Not nits, children of lice. Incited to do this so we could gain More Land to build America upon and with.

I plead with each one of you Senators to find Former President Donald Trump guilty of Inciting his Followers to stop the Certification of the Election. By Inciting The Mob to take over The Capital January 6, 2021.

May The Hand of God help each of you to do what needs to be done. I pray for the protection of each of you and your families. A prayer I wish wasn’t necessary.

If you acquit Donald Trump, it’s as if you too are that Very Mob that Trump Incited with his own words.

We need to use Insight to tame the Wild Beast of Incitement.

Pink Eagle (Annie Olson)