Tim OBrien
June 2009
Neda Agha-Soltan 

Born in 1982, she was a philosophy major, took singing lessons and hoped for a better future for her country.  I hope her death captured on video and spread across the internet changes that country for ever.

According to her fiance, she did not support a candidate in the 2009 Iran elections.
Great outpouring of emotion from our Iranian brothers and sisters over Neda.
Drawger is a collection of artists and illustrators and recently, several offered their reactions to the Iranian election and it's aftermath.
Here are a few:

Dave Gothard
Brian Stauffer
Edel Rodriguez

The footage above was sent to me yesterday and I am startled by it. 

This is an image born in Drawger and in hours traveled the world.  I've painting portraits that have affected people before but I'm pleased by the fact that this one gives so much comfort and power to those in pain.

Two comments have stayed with me but all have been apprecated.

The first is this (in broken English):

by mahsa
August 1
i'm her friend .... and also her causin ... thnx tim ... you draw her peacefull eyes .. her answers ... her needs ... we are so sad but the men like u can make us stronger...we all appriciate u
...And this one:


by lidaJune 25

"I cried when i saw the video of Neda, I cry when thinking about her mother as i have two daghter and i am crying now as I know that many people around the world hear our voice. we Iranians like freedom like to have democrasy and like to be part of new world and Neda send these masage to the world whene she died. thank u for ur support. u are an Iranian now."

The End of the Antenna
This is the last week that you will be able to plug in a TV and get an image.  Of course I would never watch TV like that anymore, but it's a technology that will end.  If you take an old tube radio, and I have a few, and plug it in, you can still hear music and talk.  Broadcast television and the ubiquitous rooftop antenna will become relics.  I have always found a cloud behind an antenna visually interesting.  I think it's the majesty of a cloud and the clunky inventions of man in contrast with eachother.  The clouds will still be there.

Seeing them, I think of a memory of my father, our antenna and the 1973 northeast ice storm.  The swirling winds that night pelted our new house in North Haven, Connecticut.  One of our prized new possessions was a rotary TV antenna.  You dialed a box to turn the antenna on the roof and all 10 channels came in fairly clear.  That night a tree in front of our living room window split  down the middle and on our roof, the antenna bent over and collapsed.  We all arose to the calamity and watched our dad consider the problem and fix it.  He passed weeks after that.  
The antenna is long gone and the tree healed itself and matured with odd twists and turns in it's trunk.  Kind of like all of us.

So long antennas.
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