Growing up in the bay area in the 60s, I remember all of the teenagers who flocked to Haight Ashbury in 1967 the "Summer of Love" I was eight years old. My mother threw all of us kids into our wood paneled station wagon and took us into the city to see the spectacle. She was a teacher and thought we should soak up the cultural event. I remember seeing pretty girls with long straight hair with beaded head bands on their heads. The first hippy chicks were pretty suburban girls out to party and see what was up, not the more organic version that evolved in the years after that.
That was a wild summer with the Hells Angles hanging out at the local Foster's Freeze. I can remember looking up to my older glamorous teen age sister with yard length peroxide blonde hair and home sewn jersey mini dresses and sterilized needle pierced ears. Occasionally, she'd sneak out and I'd have to hand her her clothes out the window. Sorry Mom...
I am going to be showing my work on Saturday the second, at an event called Macapolooza. It's a tent party with bands and artists in the parking lot of a popular pub here in Portland. Needless to say I am very excited and of course nervous too! I am going to include some of my Celtic know work as well as my Faeries and Goddesses and my brother's animal art, (which you can check out on one of my older posts.) So here's some of my Celtic stuff:
