So, I had fun with my imagination and envisioned what samba looks like to me and came up with this . . .
Field notes from a guy in rural Montana practicing the art of paying attention to the great mystery., imperfectly and sloppily (but with joy!), through zen buddhist practice, drawing, reading, and writing.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
samba!
I work for Domestic and Sexual Violence Services of Carbon County. I was asked to create a poster for our fundraiser--an evening of Brazilian food and samba dancing. Samba was, initially, tricky subject matter. Knowing nothing about samba, I turned to Google Images and found pretty much lots of pictures of very scantily clad women in fancy hats--not exactly the kind of image we want for a feminist organization . . .
So, I had fun with my imagination and envisioned what samba looks like to me and came up with this . . .
So, I had fun with my imagination and envisioned what samba looks like to me and came up with this . . .
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