Some of my readers know that I taught art on and off.
For a while, I collected diverse art. I sometimes imagined having a permanent eccentric art display — that could be used to teach small groups about art. Art styles, media use, EOA, POD, artist bios, social movements, art movements, etc. However, that idea waned and I donated 80% of my stuff (and never looked back, trust me).
From that collection, here are two prints from January 29, 1986.
The Space Shuttle Challenger disaster occurred on January 28, 1986 and the next day, Orlando Sentinel cartoonists Ralph Dunagin and Dana Summers made drawings of the Space Shuttle crying and of a new Constellation.
I guess these prints were “over” printed, which meant there were likely too many floating around. That was probably for the better. Maybe not for the collector, but for the people – because these wonderful drawings were received with so much love. Brought a lot of solace to people in Florida – and eventually to all in the US. I was not in Florida at this time – these prints were given to me during the 1990s, and these prints are an example of the “power of art” – so let’s see what you think – here they are:
I also wanted to share this from the Sentinels’ archives:
WHAT FOLLOWS was written Tuesday night. Now that I’ve seen cartoonist Ralph Dunagin’s powerful visual image of the space shuttle Challenger as a ”new constellation,” I realize the poem may be redundant.
Still, I feel I must send it in an effort to come to terms with this loss of seven people who have moved us forward by their equal sharing of risk and danger, and the excellence of their achievements here on Earth:
Tonight there should be a new con tellation,
Seven stars in the lucid dark.
At dawn the trees wept ice;
Shrouds wrapped our tender shoots and flowers.
Before noon we watched the rocket lift, explode into the sky.
Five men, two women, brown skin and white, shattered into equality.
All afternoon the sets replay this dream
That ends — always — with the same freeze frame.
Tonight, if we were Greeks, there would be new heroes
And heroines — riding the heavens forever.
by Elizabeth Ann Auerbach Jan 1986
from ALTAMONTE SPRINGS”
The entire paper for 1/29/86 is here:
have a nice day and thanks for dropping by – and let me know if you like the prints.