


Portraits
Portraits

Written on the Body
Written on the Body
The poem, History, flew out of me onto paper in the wee hours one night and morphed into a drawing which turned into the painting, Written on the Body. If you look closely, you can read the poem in the painting. I had just been in an automobile accident, and it became all about the body. I had to spend a lot of time in bed, and to keep sane/happy, I had to make art. I wrote in bed and painted in bits and pieces, through the pain. The paintings in the series, Written on the Body, are all about the body post-accident.

Angels and…
ANGELS AND…
PAINTING ANGELS
The first angel was an accident. Or I could say she just arrived. I was in a dark place. The angels that followed were like the work I’d done years before, of demons and almost-humans that reflected my life and observations and what came to me in the night. I had always put my life on paper, pulling the terrible out of me so I could breathe. At first, my angels were mostly fallen angels, full of longing and despair.
Then it was time to put the darkness away. I painted angels that would keep watch over us. Now I believe in Happy. I think that if you believe, you can find it.
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