Upcycled, mixed media artwork by Keely Jane
Bubbles of all sizes make their way in a narrow swatch along the Bay. Melted rainbows in spherical and oblong shapes. Some bounce on the water like beach balls hit by a hidden player. Others silently collapse, bellies half deflated. Funny how the gulls and herons mostly ignore them, sometimes avoid them. I find the source, a woman who calls herself "the Bubble Lady." She's a magician with her giant wand. Her bucket of soapy solution, a drop or two of mineral oil she calls "plasticity." She started at the beginning of the pandemic. She's released tens of thousands of bubbles all over the Bay, at all hours reflecting building lights, stars, the moon, even Mars. And before I know it, she floats away.
snatched by the wind
the caricature of