there was a strange hollow in me yesterday. all day. persistent. hard. dark. but i painted and ran and took care of all the little things of a day and now, after a long, deep sleep, i am all the better for it.
there are memories that creep up unexpectedly sometimes. all the sharp things a little girl learns not to touch. but i'm not a little girl anymore and i can make my own rules. not all ghosts are bad... even if they are all scary. some ghosts have love in them or are born of love and come creeping slowly, come as a breath to hug you and sigh in your ear. some ghosts are necessary. some of them want to help.
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Some just want to be acknowledged.
I see ghosts in your paintings, Angela and perhaps it is your way, at least one way, of acknowledging them.
The past and the present unfurled.
alanna and elisabeth-
i'm actually stunned by your comments. in a good way. it strikes me that i never, not once, considered this. the need to simply be recognised and nothing more. the gentleness of that act. the respectfulness of that act. acceptance. not forcing a meaning or definition or decision or creating a myth for a ghost to live in. my mind goes in all sorts of directions...
thank you both. sincerely. it is a deep insight you've dealt. i am thankful for it.
and also, if the paintings are ghosts-
i have been of the mind for the past few years that every work an artist makes, no matter the form, is, in fact, to whatever degree, a self-portrait. every single one. if that is in fact the case, then these ghosts are not merely MINE but ME... or parts of me, people i once was or people i need(ed).
hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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