Look for the faces. Animals. Eyes. Skeletons. WHERE Midnight Rose WALKED IN PEACE – until somebody disturbed her peace.
He left his mouthprint on all the pages I’m going to read. This could take me a while. ~ Samuel Joseph Davies-Tight
charcoal capsules turmeric alcohol water steel brushes cotton wipe towels I mute the suffering in the paintings so people can look at them. I do it by muting it in myself. I used to do that in my writing. Bring the reader up to the suffer point then turn it off with a distraction – […]
THE CRIB – that’s where it all begins. The comfort part of life. Now my mother lays me down to sleep with my father protecting us all. That’s the perception. And perception works. There’s something about, ‘we need to toughen her up a little bit, don’t we?’ and ‘she’ll do all that on her own’. […]
Sharon’s Mona Lisa