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<channel><title><![CDATA[L. Kay Cotton Art &amp; Design - My Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/my-blog.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[My Blog]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 12:30:39 +0000</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[See Emily Fly and other assorted biopics.]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2011/11/see-emily-fly-and-other-assorted-biopics.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2011/11/see-emily-fly-and-other-assorted-biopics.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 07:57:24 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2011/11/see-emily-fly-and-other-assorted-biopics.html</guid><description><![CDATA[  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style=' float: left; z-index: 10; position: relative; ;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/4901406.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span> <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><font color="#66ffff" size="3"><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3"><br></font></div><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3"><br></font></div>See Emily Fly is the first of a series of narrative paintings in oil.</font><br><font color="#66ffff" size="3">Based loosely on past experiences of &nbsp;my life, including early onset Parkinson's Disease; I have been studying a few of the "Old Masters" who developed serious illnesses in later life and how it affected their work or perception.</font><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#66ffff" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><br></span></font><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3"><br></font></div><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3">Salvador Dali, Mervyn Peake, &nbsp;and many, many others had Parkinson's Disease. &nbsp;Did you know that Hitler was a painter with PD?</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#66ffff" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><br></span></font><font color="#66ffff" size="3">Vincent van Gough ~ severe depression</font><br></div></div><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3">Michaelangelo &nbsp;~ gout and depression</font></div><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3">De Kooning ~ alzheimer's</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#66ffff" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><br></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#66ffff" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;">to be continued as the list goes on. &nbsp;</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#66ffff" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><br></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#66ffff" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;">Could the cause of all those melancholy Pre-raphaelite paintings and romantic poems be caused by illness due to lead and pigment; or the opiates and potions taken to cure their inflictions.</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#66ffff" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><br></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#66ffff" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;">Meanwhile I keep paintin</span></font></div><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3"><br></font></div><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3"><br></font></div><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3"><br></font></div><div><font color="#66ffff" size="3"><br></font></div></div> <hr  style=" clear: both; visibility: hidden; width: 100%; "></hr>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">This is your new blog post. Click here and start typing, or drag in elements from the top bar.</div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Exhibition in St. Ives]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/07/exhibition-in-st-ives.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/07/exhibition-in-st-ives.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 06:35:27 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/07/exhibition-in-st-ives.html</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/3979126.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"></div></div></div><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "> 	 <font color="#33a3a3"><font><font style="font-size: 22pt;" size="6"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(204, 255, 255);">L. Kay Cotton</span></font></font></font><br /><br /> <font color="#33a3a3"><font><font style="font-size: 22pt;" size="6"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(204, 255, 255);">Artist's Statement </span></font></font></font> <br /> <br /><br /> <font color="#33a3a3"><font><font size="4"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(204, 255, 255);">Background</span></font></font></font><br /><br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" color="#000000"><font><font size="3"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">From 1990 to 2007 I lived in the flat, cornfield countryside of Indiana, USA. Before that, having traveled a great deal, I had lived in Derbyshire, Bristol, London, the West Midlands, Denmark, and Texas.  </span></font></font></font> <br /> <br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" color="#000000"><font><font size="3"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">While at university in Bristol my parents, sister , and grandparents moved  from Derbyshire to West Cornwall, moving my childhood and home-base with them.</span></font></font></font><br /><br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" color="#000000"><font><font size="3"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">Consequently West Cornwall became my &ldquo;home&rdquo;;  the place to return from traveling. Instead of the idyllic summer playground it had been, it was now a place of peace and creativity; a sanctuary.</span></font></font></font><br /><br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" color="#000000"><font><font size="3"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">St. Ives has always been the golden city, the halcyon village I would dream of while buried under three feet of American snow; the community I always hoped to return to one day; a space to paint, relax and revive.</span></font></font></font><br /> <br /><br /> <font color="#33a3a3"><font><font size="4"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(204, 255, 255);">Collages</span></font></font></font><br /><br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><font size="3">The sea, sand and sky inspire me as they have many artists before. Maybe it is conceited to think that through my beaded collage work I see these land or seascapes differently from other artists. </font></font> <br /><br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><font size="3">My background is in fashion/costume/textiles, having taught for many years. Included constantly in these teachings were the words &ldquo;observation&rdquo;, &ldquo;light&rdquo;, and &ldquo;interpretation&rdquo;. Perception is different for everyone, so I will not explain each individual piece.  The titles suggest my observation and you may interpret the collusions quite uniquely.  </font></font> <br /><br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><font size="3">The inspiration comes from light and reflections; fresco painters of the Renaissance; theatrical costumes from artists such as Eiko; the painter Gustav Klimt; the designer Gianni Versace.</font></font><br /><br /><br /> <font color="#33a3a3"><font><font size="4"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(204, 255, 255);">Paintings</span></font></font></font><br /><br /> <font color="#000000"><font><font size="3"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">The oil paintings are my attempt at catching the light and personality of my surroundings. While sitting on the beach painting St. Michael's Mount, it became obvious to me that due to tide,clouds, sunlight,and human beings,that the view is constantly in flux. The colours, light, shadows,movement, are forever changing.  One day to the next is never the same; the gardens, beaches and villages take on new characters in the winter, like putting on an old favourite winter coat.</span></span></font></font></font><br /><br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" color="#000000"><font><font size="3"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">The paintings, particularly the smaller more detailed ones, are therapy for the brain. They channel my focus and prevent the Parkinson's Disease from taking my soul. I do not tremor when painting.</span></font></font></font><br /> <br /><br /> <font color="#33a3a3"><font><font size="4"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(204, 255, 255);">Collusions or Combines</span></font></font></font><br /><br /> <font style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" color="#000000"><font><font size="3"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">A collusion is an agreement between two or more entities. A combine is a mixture of two or more entities.  Both could be nouns used for the collages, however in organizing the work for the exhibit, I saw the startling contrast between the collages and the paintings; and realized that I too was a collusion or combine.  A happy mixture of arts and crafts with an agreement to indulge both passions.</span></font></font></font><br /><br /> </div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Doodles Italia]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/06/doodles-italia.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/06/doodles-italia.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 21:59:18 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/06/doodles-italia.html</guid><description><![CDATA[ [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "><br /></div><span  style=" float: left; z-index: 10; position: relative; "><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/5568834.jpg?349" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><font size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">All Roads Lead To Roma<font size="3"><font size="2"><br />A tour of Italia in 8 days; most of the time on a coach, with bursts of intense culture. I will talk about Roman and Renaissance culture in a later blog, but for the moment I am influenced by the immediate surroundings.&nbsp; The culture of one country closely confined on a coach, viewing the beauty and ruin of an ancient civilization. </font><br /><font size="2"><br />The first sketch of&nbsp; the Madonna and Child on a coach trip to Rome was inspired by all of the small altars to Mary in every small nook and cranny; especially at the side of the precipitous coastal road of Amalfi.&nbsp; I had a notion that Mary was waiting for a coach to take her to Rome.&nbsp; I could explain the details of the drawing, however it is an image from my head, maybe you see it differently.<br /></font><br /><br /></font></span></span></font></div><hr  style=" clear: both; width: 100%; visibility: hidden; "></hr><span  style=" float: left; z-index: 10; position: relative; "><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/4915356.jpg?352" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Snow White and her Seven Samaritans<br /><font size="3"><br />At the first hotel in Meta near Napoli, I flung open the shutters and discovered a shrine outside.&nbsp; It wasn't the Virgin Mary but Snow White and the 7 dwarfs.&nbsp; How strange!&nbsp; We saw several more on our travels but no-one seemed to know why. Later on we discovered that Italia had just reclaimed the story of Snow White from the Germans.<br /><br />The sketch is based on an image of St. Francis of Assissi.<br /></font><br /></span></font></div><hr  style=" width: 100%; clear: both; visibility: hidden; "></hr><span  style=" float: left; z-index: 10; position: relative; "><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/8470910.jpg?367" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Mona Goes Home to Shop</span></font><br /><font size="3"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">It occurred to me on the coach trip that Mona Lisa was in Paris and probably missing her Tuscan homeland.&nbsp; I thought she might like to travel to Florence and drink capuchino in front of the Uffizzi, after shopping at Versace!</span></font><br /></div><hr  style=" clear: both; width: 100%; visibility: hidden; "></hr><span  style=" float: left; z-index: 10; position: relative; "><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/3420365.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">The Creation of Pinochio<br />Roma has been adorned by 21st century "artists" in the form of graffiti.&nbsp; I was sad to see that even the original Roman columns were adorned.&nbsp; <br /><br />We had very little time on the only rainy day to get to the Vatican and find the Sistine Chapel.&nbsp; Finally entering the darkened room I looked down the steps to what appeared to be Babel or Hell!!&nbsp; Thousands of foreign visitors all standing close together looking up at Michaelangelo's masterpiece, muttering in a hundred different tongues, and trying not to take photographs.&nbsp; After a few seconds I too became one of the throng.<br /><br />I have always been moved by the force between the hands of God and Adam; Adam's hand almost indifferent; God's sparking life force.<br />Pinochio is another story originating in Italy.&nbsp; A small wooden boy who comes to life and becomes a bit of a hooligan.&nbsp; In the sketch I wanted to include the wooden puppet with the hand of God plus the work of indifferent youth.<br /></span></font></div><hr  style=" clear: both; width: 100%; visibility: hidden; "></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Inspiration]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/03/inspiration.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/03/inspiration.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 19:41:33 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2010/03/inspiration.html</guid><description><![CDATA[The Kiss ~ Gustav Klimt [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/6342854.jpg?381" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"></div></div></div><h2  style=" text-align: left; ">The Kiss ~ Gustav Klimt<br /></h2><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "><font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Inspiration</span></font><br /><br />Don't get me wrong: Klimt has probably always inspired my work in costumes and paintings.&nbsp; However, the thing that inspires me the most is the human spirit.&nbsp; People who enjoy doing what they are doing are the most inspirational.&nbsp; They get up early in the morning and do as much as they possibly can with a passion.<br /><br /><font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Passion<br /><br /></span></font>Passion, I think, is an obsession with something or somebody one loves. I have been passionate about art since I was a child.&nbsp; I don't believe people should teach unless they are obsessed with their subject, passionate in their beliefs.&nbsp; This then becomes infectious and gives the pupils the unquenchable thirst for more.&nbsp; I can never learn enough about seeing or applying what I see to the canvas.<br /><br /><font size="4"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Knowledge<br /></span></font><br />Knowledge is a gift that can be given or received continuously&nbsp; throughout life.&nbsp; I continue to collect knowledge by traveling, looking, listening and asking questions. The knowledge soaks in to the skin like the sun. It systemically moves through the body until it finds an outlet. The inspiration, passion, and knowledge come together in all o us in different ways.&nbsp; In me it emerges through the eyes and hands and onto paper, canvas, fabric. It doesn't matter if you don't see what I do or agree with it, it is purely emotion and escape.<br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Objectivism]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/08/objectivism.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/08/objectivism.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 23:43:42 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/08/objectivism.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Objectivism is the philosophy developed by the  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/8433284.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"></div></div></div><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "><STRONG>Objectivism</STRONG> is the <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophy">philosophy</A> developed by the <A class=mw-redirect href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian-American">Russian-American</A> philosopher, writer, and novelist, <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayn_Rand">Ayn Rand</A> (1905&ndash;1982).<A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Objectivism_(Ayn_Rand)#cite_note-0"><SPAN>[</SPAN>1<SPAN>]</SPAN></A> Objectivism holds that reality exists independent of consciousness; that individual persons are in contact with this reality through sensory perception; that human beings can gain objective knowledge from perception through the process of concept formation and inductive and deductive logic; that the proper <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moral">moral</A> purpose of one's life is the pursuit of one's own <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happiness">happiness</A> or rational self-interest; that the only social system consistent with this morality is <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classical_liberalism">full respect for individual rights</A>, embodied in pure <A class=mw-redirect href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laissez_faire">laissez faire</A> capitalism; and that the role of art in human life is to transform man's widest metaphysical ideas, by selective reproduction of reality, into a physical form&mdash;a work of art&mdash;that he can comprehend and to which he can respond emotionally.</div><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">&nbsp;</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Boots]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/07/boots.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/07/boots.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 06:41:21 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/07/boots.html</guid><description><![CDATA[This pair of new hiking boots were left, forgotten near the gallery that I  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span  style=" float: left; z-index: 10; "><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/7110629.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border: none;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><FONT color=#a5dde6 size=3>This pair of new hiking boots were left, forgotten near the gallery that I exhibit in.&nbsp; Once a week I go and take my turn in the gallery and every week for several months they have been in the same position. It is almost a shrine in my mind and it felt defiled when last week someone had removed the laces.<br /><br />Nature is beginning to take over and the plants are growing around them.&nbsp; I think with a quiet respect we are all leaving them there to see if their owner returns next year!<br /><br />The painting is called "Lost'" and incorporates oils, a map, and bronze leaf.</FONT><br /></div><hr  style=" clear: both; visibility: hidden; width: 100%; "></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mermaids]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/07/mermaids1.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/07/mermaids1.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 01:10:10 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.kaycotton.com/5/post/2009/07/mermaids1.html</guid><description><![CDATA[My "Mermaid's Garden" paintin [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span  style=" z-index: 10; float: left; "><a><img src="http://www.kaycotton.com/uploads/2/3/5/5/2355912/6559643.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><FONT size=3><FONT color=#89eee7><SPAN style="COLOR: #339999">My "Mermaid's Garden" paintings began as a fantasy of a sanctuary under the ocean; a calm place with the seaweeds waving in the ocean breeze; tiny fish ebbing and flowing; jewels of the sea bed.</SPAN><br /><br /><SPAN style="COLOR: #339999">I imagined myself laying Ophelia like amongst the shells, looking up to the sun speckled ceiling; my long hair winding about me in the water; a flicker of my jade fins <SPAN class=blsp-spelling-error id=SPELLING_ERROR_0>langoriously</SPAN> levering me over the coral.</SPAN><br /><br /><SPAN style="COLOR: #339999">It's my sanctuary, a land where there are no wars and no diseases; peace.</SPAN><br /><br /><SPAN style="COLOR: #339999">I'm incurably optimistic, I have to be.</SPAN></FONT></FONT></div><hr  style=" clear: both; width: 100%; visibility: hidden; "></hr><p  style=" text-align: left; ">&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

