I am a Vermont Artist, (Potter and Painter) I love humor and beauty. I believe in fairness, justice, equality and LGBTQ+ rights. š³ļøāš Yes, I'm gay (he/him) with a wonderful husband You can find some of my artwork on my website. https://mfcarter.art
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You donāt need to earn your place. You are already enough. Be proud, be soft, be loudājust be.
Take the putt, Donnie
Some truths are too bitter for silence. When those who claim to shield children turn their backs on real harm, the cost is measured in trustāand lives.
In the hush between eras, the brush delivers its reckoning. Newsom stands, sword gleaming, as the old titan exhalesāsmoke rising from a vanquished fire. A portrait of power unseated, myth reborn in ash.
He's stiil there. š Sometimes, time doesn't move fast enough.
Sappada, Italy Alfredo Camisa 1950
Number 4, black and gray by Jackson Pollock
High atop his tower of power, Leo sleeps like a kiln between firingsāstill, warm, and full of possibility. You can almost hear the whisper of glaze dreams splashing across his whiskers. He's not just nappingāhe's steeping in the achemy of rest and dreaming in hues that only cats can capture.
"What goes up, must come down Spinning wheel, got to go round Drop all your troubles by the riverside Catch a painted pony on the spinning wheel ride." ~ David Clayton-Thomas
"Autumn enters like a ghost Creeping yellow, scarlet host Sky of azure, apple, bread Bold September's luscious spread. Be quick! Enjoy this labor's fruit All seasons pass, with life acute." ~ Delarosa Laskovna
One of the most beautiful pieces at the Chittenden Vermont, county fair. Watercolor by Vikky Day www.vikksart.com/paintings
Like crows, potters gather the discarded: shards, glazes that blistered, forms that warped in the kiln. We donāt mourn the imperfectionāwe fire it again. We gild the cracks. We build beauty from what others overlook. The nest, the vessel, life: all shaped from what refused to be wasted.
September 1 ā Labor Day
This oneās for the generous souls who keep pouring from an empty cup while the takers bring straws.
Fired clay cradles the morningās first breath. In this handmade cup, the world begins again. āļøšš Good morning
There's no escaping it. ;)
Clearly your bunny has excellent taste in real estate. Mustāve heard about the mossy charm and Leoās one-brain-cell hospitality. ššæ No worriesāheās welcome to hop by anytime, especially if heās into pottery critiques or sunbathing near the kiln.
Visibility isnāt a popularity contest. Allyship isnāt selective. If youāre showing up, show up for everyoneānot just the folks who fit your comfort zone. We all belong. š³ļøāš š³ļøāā§ļø š #LGBTQ+
This isnāt just about dataāitās about legacy. About whether our kids inherit maple groves or megafires. Whether Vermontās frost-kissed mornings remain, or become folklore. The failure isnāt just politicalāitās moral. And the silence? Thatās complicity.
August should still smell like sunscreen and tomatoesānot polyester capes and pumpkin-scented everything. Let the gourds ripen before the goblins riot. šš Vermontās still wearing flip-flops, not fangs.
Mmm, cheers to that! Nothing like a good cup to kick off the dayāespecially when itās Vermont morning magic in a mug. āļøš Hope the rest of your Sunday is just as delicious.
Itās starting to feel a little spooky out thereā¦ could Halloween be creeping up? ššøļø
A last testament ~ in 1890, Vincent van Gogh moved to Auvers-sur-Oise for medical treatment. During this short period he created many paintings, including this vibrant āFarms near Auversā. It was still unfinished at the time of his death in July
Irina Romanenko (Russia) - "To Heaven" 2020 āThe Kite Charm" (Viola Shipman, "The Charm Bracelet") For a life filled with high-flying fun, Play with the wonder of a child.ā
āIf you have too many thoughts in your head, fill it with the sea.ā Andrea Filocomo
The Unfolding Sky. Josef Kote
Calla Lilies, by Charles Demuth, in memory of Diana, Princess of Wales, a symbol of kindness and compassion. She entered history through her beauty, naturalness, elegance, and kindness, winning the sympathy of the whole world.
One of the bunnies that live in my backyard came out to say hi.
I love Espresso.
Good Sunday morning, š¦ From the land of mossy trails and woodstove dreamsāmay your coffee be strong, your peace deep, and your joy as steady as the Green Mountains.āļøš² Remember, life isnāt perfectābut your coffee can be.
Itās beautiful!
Don't forget the Pedophile Protectors: GOP = Guardians of Pedophiles: GOP = REP = AFP = American Fascist Party Don't forget Mid-Terms are coming:
I was an 8 but now if feel a bit 6'ish.
Did you know āThe Carol Burnett Showā did a skit in the 1970s parodying anti gay bigot Anita Bryant? The skit took place at a drag show in a gay club and Carol reworked one of Anitaās songs to make it about inclusivity. Network television 50 years ago. Carol Burnett has always been an ally.
Storme DeLarverie in 1994, US lesbian, woman of colour, the 1st to defend the community against police violence at the Stonewall Riots-event that lead to the 1st #Pride march. āShe walked the streets of Manhattan like a gay superheroā Photo Michelle V. Agins š
Jeanne Mammen, German artist who captured Berlin nightclubs, cafƩs and their performers and artists, as well as their bohemian, intellectual and gay clientele, during the Weimar period (1918-1933)
Letās strip away the delusion. No divine mission. No moral compass. Just the factsāugly, unvarnished, and long overdue.
Itās the little things. Steam from your mug. Sunlight through birch. A nod on the trail. Laughter in the hills. Books by the woodstove. A moonlit shard from the kiln, still warm with a story behind it. Days like sugaring season, nights like fireflies. Vermont life š. Have a great day š«¶š»āš²
That's right. It's unbelievable the money that creature wastes.
šØ DCās ācrime emergencyā has taken such a surreal turn, National Guard troops are now on weed-whacking and trash duty. Thatās rightāsoldiers deployed to clean up litter while violent crime festers. šø Taxpayer tab? A cool $1 million per day. This isnāt public safety. Itās political theater.
LOL. Oh yes, the only way to travel. š
Very Cleaver! I had a dog who sat by me who was always ready to help. ;)
š³ļøāš Before hashtags, before parades, before the world had language for who we are. we existed. In quiet glances across crowded rooms. In love letters hidden in drawers. In the way two hands found each other despite everything. Let the photos speak and our history continue to breathe. #LGBTQ+
Iām just hoping it comes with a built-in hay bale and a horn that moos. ššļø
š£ļø When the pearl-clutching gets loud and the ālaw and orderā chants echo through red-state rallies, itās worth checking the receipts. Turns out, the places shouting loudest about crime might want to look in their own backyard. The irony here is thick enough to glaze a pot.
Dawn by Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840)
š² Some things donāt need to shout. A moss-covered stone. A hand-thrown bowl with a crooked lip. The way Leo š curls into a patch of sun without asking permission. Beauty, real beauty, doesnāt clamorāit simply exists. And in its stillness, it teaches us how to see.
"I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying."~ Charlie Chaplin Artist, Maria Zeldis
š¾ In a house warmed by woodstove and stubbornness, dinner wasnāt a democracy. You didnāt negotiate with the peas or file complaints about texture. You ate what was on the plateāor you sat there, watching the steam curl off something you swore you hated until hunger made peace with reality.
āļøš§ļø The rainās been generous overnight, draping the trees in silver and softening the edges of the day. In this quiet, Iām reminded why presence matters. Why welcome matters. Why love, not fear, should shape the spaces we hold.
āļøš§ļø Good morning from the soggy heart of Vermont, where the rain taps out its own quiet rhythm on the tin roof and the coffee tastes like a small act of defiance.
We werenāt made for this. For lockdown drills in kindergarten. For headlines soaked in blood. For the sound of gunfire echoing through places meant for joy, learning, and connection. Itās time to say it plainly: guns donāt make us safer. They make us mourn.
Iām devastated for the friends and families of these children #Pinks #ProudBlue
Itās the guns!
š³ļøāš This space is built on love, not fear. Everyone is welcome hereāevery identity, every story, every way of being. Whatās not welcome? Hate. Because inclusion isnāt optional. Itās foundational. And we donāt just tolerate differenceāwe celebrate it.
Good morning from the green hush of Vermont. The coffeeās steaming, the forestās waking, and the tableās holding space for slow thoughts and soft light. No rush. No noise. Just the rhythm of birdsong and the warmth of a mug cradled in both hands. This is what presence tastes like.
This cause is close to my heart - please sign: sign.moveon.org/petitions/ex...
Thereās plenty of disinformation trying to blame the nascent offshore wind industry for whale deaths without evidence. Not only is that misleading, it also takes the focus away from solutions that might actually address the leading causes of death ā vessel strikes and entanglement with fishing gear.
Diversity enriches life. It brings new perspectives, deeper understanding, and more joy. When we welcome difference, we growātogether.
Things felt easier when he was in office. I miss those days and wish he were still leading.
"To overcome difficulties is to experience the full delight of existence." ~ Arthur Schopenhauer Rest at the Hay Harvest (1834) šØ Caspar David Friedrich
š³ļøāš Delray Beach just made it clear: visibility is not negotiable. When Florida demanded the removal of rainbow crosswalks, Delray Beach said noāand in doing so, said yes to every LGBTQ+ person whoās ever wondered if they belonged.
