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|Narrative pieces, pictures with stories...||Most
of my art work is portraiture - faces and bodies - and I wonder is this less,
is this less, what? then narrative work, like Picasso, Da Vinci. (I'm in a set
But I these some, few, works that are narative... see below ...
|(you may have to scroll to the right to learn more about the tale (and/or click on it, if it's a link...))|
|the first story here is "Happy Aushwitz", then "Arthur and Marilyn", "Cleopatra on the Nile", "Darcy's Mastectomy",|
|""Aachen 1944", "Alysia", "Norman Allan as the Universe", "Ezra"|
Shaw took this picture|
mostly I have stories
we lived with them
when I was four
but my memoiries of him
are of an elderly man
a sweet man
pan right, and I'll tell you
a story my father told me...
was an amazing enthusiast. He loved my early art work (most of which was ... can't
find the adjective, but early) wanted to show it to all the top drawers... (wish
he could show it now...
However, the story here is really about Marilyn and Arthur. Google it!
a matter of happenstance
you remember the train
lives like leaves
the paint back in the box
there's a narrative
about breast cancer,
and my dear friend Darcy
who posed at the Arts&Letter's
chronicling her story
inpart with these pictures
Lanthier wrote a poem, Aachen,
in his ear, the familiar story kept him warm
discarded his father at a siding
the train doors opened
a fast train passed
in the attic dust he shuts his eyes.
and I'm going to add my holocaust poem "ashes"
(which is for Ezra's mother)
Alysia's full face is complex
strong and strange
her profile is
|but second thoughts I'll put an Ez page below|
|and other stories i shall tell|
A shudder in the loins engenders there
Yeats: Leda and the Swan
blow: the great wings beating still|
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified
vague fingers push
A shudder in the loins engenders
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute
blood of the air,
of the work can be purchased