30+ years of paintings, talked about one painting at a time: what went into the paintings, what I was trying to say, what was happening at the time of my life that I made the paintings. The paintings themselves are narrative, and this adds a little more to the story that they tell.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Several years ago, Bob's mother experienced a severe headache. She took some aspirin and went to lay down*. The headache became so painful that she finally she went to the emergency room at the hospital. Diagnosed with an aneurysm, she was transported in a helicopter to the University of New Mexico Hospital. Bob watched the helicopter descending in the early hours of the morning, landing on the roof of the hospital, waiting for his mother, hoping she wouldn't die. She didn't, being one of the fortunate few to survive an aneurysm.
Bob is in the large car, driving, death sitting behind him. His mother, Gene, is sitting in the backseat of the smaller car, in this case, death is driving. All the signs are cautioning her that things are amiss, and a rabbit, struck by a passing car, lays dead by their front wheels. Be careful Gene. It's not looking good. The third vehicle, a large truck, is also driven by death. Large and foreboding the way all semis are, it continues on it's way, oblivious of everything in it's path.
*In the case of a severe headache, don't take aspirin but rather tylenol since the tylenol won't thin your blood the way the aspirin will and increase the bleeding if it is an aneurysm.
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Powerful story. Your work is amazing.ReplyDelete