The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire

I saw a documentary and painted this event into my painting, with a pool beneath the window, Jump if you’d like to try it. These women died and saved the lives of untold numbers by setting a precedent for safety regulations. Please check out my painting at address on wordpress. Let’s make the truth be known. Thank you Jackie Cangro. what a terrific name, seems to be indicative of you. barb
This painting showed at the A.I.R. Gallery in New York. I usually have a difficult time coming up with the entry fees. ONE of a rare sort of gallery, that said “if this fee brings you excessive hardship, please contact us. Exceptional but very understandable in today’s world or the world of atists. But this policy is rarely valued for a thousand different reasons, “I didn’t know the gun was loaded.”

3 big prints are available for 100$, 18 x 24″ on quality stock and 8 small 16×20″ on stock 50$ Just leave me a note. Barb Mann

A New World, In Memory of the Ladies who Worked and Died at the Triangle Factory

A New World is bordered by a narrative I wrote describing my creation of a World of Peace and change. The pink building on the left is the Triangle Textile Factory which caught on fire, with over a 100 girls locked inside, and only one elevator which only made one trip before it was engulfed in flame. There were no other exits. Rather than being burned alive, the girls made a circles of 4 and jumped to their deaths. The streets were filled with their bodies. The owners were barely penalized and when they rebuilt the factory they refused to provide safety features. And the women refused to return to work. The courts ruled the safety features were needed and ordered in the reconstruction. These are the women we have to thank, but what a price to pay. I saw a documentary about this incident.on T.V. If I didn’t know about this landmark historical event, there must be others. So that is where this painting began. Posted signs on the building read “Never Again” and if you’d like to experience this jump for yourselves, go ahead. There is a pool below. Thanks for listening, viewing and getting informed.

The Mighty Silverbacks! Wow What A Guy

the Silverback Gorillas (2 posts belong together) A short Narrative story. You’ll see the order,easily. Thank you.

Contemplative,serene jungle settings have become passe, a thing of the past. However a new plan is taking place, as we speak ,while we press,as we sleep.
Poachers, smells rotten, fear, no good

The gorilla senses something is wrong , the odor from the odoriferous poacher.

mixed media, watercolor , pen and ink, collage on paper All paintings are for sale, special prices for groups, all originals 225$ individually , 200 for more than one. I am always open to pricing suggestions because I have more paintings than you. I really like these pieces alot think I’ve captured an inner essence of these creatures. So protect them, please.    

 

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Granny Greene makes an announcement. Time out for 15 years. The ZOO responds. NO Way, Who’s Right? !

Well Granny Greene is my Guest Blogger. I had to let her do it because 1, she is my grandmother 2. She would spank me and I’m a grown woman. 3. I don’t want her to whack her hand. so here she is.

March Forward! cried the Canadian Bugle Registry on Saturday night and throughout our fabulous nation. Canadians are rational, seekers of the truth and loyalists of the belief that we will protect everything and eventually in the way of the band, they’ll be run over as lay in the land. Export them or play the bells, you wishy washers.You’ve disappointed me  a lot but see how nice I am,Give them a bell and they want a siren, when will I learn.

Canadians, people with brains and maybe less shopping power are SICK, SICK, SICK of all your crap,  handed out on paper plates by Edmonton residents, the Edmonton zoo, and people who think that a safe life in a gray concrete cold cell is better than finding joy and happiness with loved ones.You can go and sit in your empty closets Sit there and .think about Korea, well you are in the North and Santa doesn’t come there. Coal heads.  Lucky for you I’m generous and forgiving so it’s only 15 years, not 30 like Lucy suffered. What sleep overs? Thhink it over tink it over ladies, and gentleman, your children will be taken care of by Granny, Come along darlings. Oh now you want to spend time with them watching U Tube videos of Lucy hugging and sleeping on the ground with her girlfriends. Too bad! No cellphones, no TV, no internet, no laptops, nor candy, you’ll even MISS your children as Lucy has missed her peers, her elephantine family. Don’t worry, no pens or pencils, just like dreamland, safety first, so no windows, Ha ha and No JUMPING either. Neither you nor your neighbors who thought ,”Don’t bother us, Bob Barker, 300,000$ is just a pittance for our lovely elephant who has delirium tremors, dysthymia, and anemia, who has to hold her own tail for comfort because she can’t suck her thumb. Even if she had one she couldn’t because she’s chained, for her own safety. She can’t run but she can hide. Think of this as you mentally plunder to a slow death, the vet will assess you after a decade or so, after he discovers the elephants motto. “Elephants need elephants.”

Oh dear did I forget anything? oh yes did you set your clocks forwards or back. It doesn’t matter much in your realm of a bad Dream come true. Boo-hoo. Granny has great empathy, eh? Not

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A little sewing class below , I love to sew too.

Geez I have to send you a picture, I like pictures with stories otherwise you would never quess what I was thinking, although I always “You know what?” it’s like having a conversation with 20 questions/ If this is a true story it’s almost fiction, not science fiction but imagination like Beauty and the Beast.

Once this man bought me a sewing machine, I admit he didn’t know me too well. I could make circle dresses pretty good but they’re sorta of ugly but the fact that I made it myself gave it a fare de vivre, meaning it had to go live on it’s own.

O.K. I made one more thing before I gave up my sewing career. It was supposed to be so cute , pink and black little checks, meetinf in the middle of pleats. Oh yes they didn’t line up so I cut the bottom . It got shorter and shorter and turned into a belt.

Lucy Escapes, the Magic Cookies Worked

Please, everybody , help me in the fight to get Lucy the elephant out of Edmonton, This is giving me such pain and suffering. I saw her alone in a small concrete cell, she holds her own tail for comfort. I’m writing everybody on the list of friends of Lucy, all newspapers and city council people. Bob Barker offered the zoo 1,000,000 $ to do what they wanted and 1000,000$ for her ticket.

Cookie, have a cookie? My Mom’s valiums knocked out all the zoo’s guards; they were all sound asleep, I sneaked Lucy out and Dumbo was there. He’s Lucy’s little brother. Hooray!

Dumbo hears his sister’s broken Heart

He flies to her rescue I think he got over his inferiority complex as he glew or did he flew into them. What a champ with a big heart.

Poor Lucy She can Bear No More

Poor Lucy, Poor Lucy, Lucy her Poor Heart is Breaking, 30 years alone in a cold concrete cell.
Her trainer says I love Lucy and she loves me. Cattle prod in hand, uppa yours, and she’s a good girl. Granny looks fierce, dressed in armor,I’m going to Edmonton, home of the selfish, pedantic genius, Is being safe worth 30 years alone, she holds her own tail for comfort.How sad, She has delirium tremors, dysthymia, like me, and has never lived with one of her own. Elephants need Elephants. She was an orphan baby,not worth the 3000000$ Bob Barker offered to the zoo for whatever they wanted.He even paid for her ticket. Selfish uncaring people of Edmonton. If this is how Canadians act I’ll go to Gula Gula.

Trick or Treat

I took my brother out trick or treating. Scary BOO

I told my mother that I would take my brother out trick or treating. What folly. Forty five years later, hindsight, if I had known what he would be like now, I would have left him with the farmer.

An even  smarter manoeuvre, would be to attach an add on, a monetary pay out. I ‘m a nice person and wouldn’t do that in spite of the temptation.  

” WHAT A PLEASANT TIME WE HAD.”

I just wanted to explain that there are a lot of creeps out there to be watchful for. More likely it’s just my imagination and a vivid chance to paint another scary painting, oops I rarely paint scary paintings.

So back to the story, The setting: my childhood bedroom  I’m  designing costumes.  The one I recall best was the Hobo. I was going to be the Mother Mary and that’s my brother on my knee dressed as Jesus, naked. It  wasn’t meant to offend anyone, I just wanted to wear the halo.

Instead  my brother went as Humpty Dumpty. Androgynously, I was Jack and Jill, both. But when he fell down and cracked his crown, he took off the costume and cried. Then I saw a man with a horse drawn wagon, aha, and quickly asked to borrow his horse, only for an hour or so. He said sure. Then he cut the horse in half as  there was two of us,  reminiscent of old time theater costumes or props. My brother went one way, he was the rear and I was the head and moved in a different direction.  The horse freaked, Whoa , easy .

Looking glum, he said , I  feel terrible, no candy.We both noticed  he gave us a bale of  chips and a bale of money, and a canoe to paddle home in as the bales were pretty heavy. My brother told me he was  sick of candy and no more trick or treating for him, we just went home and he said I could have all of his candy.

The End

 

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