This weekend we visited the Lauren Rogers Museum of Art in Laurel, Mississippi. There was a special show entitled “Art Evolved: Intertwined.” The exhibit featured the “convergence of quilting and basketry—two ancient, tactile traditions reimagined through contemporary fiber arts.”
This quilt was titled “Oil Spill”. My friend commented, “How can something so cheerful and vibrant be about an oil spill.”
My eyes focused on the center panel with the yellow and purple “road”.
A Drop of Oil
forms a perfect circle
on the sidewalk of her yellow-brick road—
jazz spills out on the streets of New Orleans.
Don’t forget your dancing shoes.
Step lightly over the mess
in the streets.
Margaret Simon, draft
While I didn’t attend Mardi Gras this year, my social media is full of the images of others reveling. It is a fun time, but not without its share of mess.
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Reflections on the Teche 
I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer, but this quilt reminded me of my conflicting thoughts on AI these days. It seemed similar with all the colorful hustle and bustle and progress and then the dripping coming made me sad. I love how you took a small part of the quilt and created a story of Mardi Gras. Beautiful!
Industry and progress
intertwine with dripping
ooze of destruction
and adulteration–
Sign of the times
I think you got more of the intended meaning of the art piece.