Years ago in 1991, someone I knew told me an arresting dream they'd had. I don't totally remember it, but it was about terrible suffering and catastrophe. Most of the people in the dream were in trance like states with one or two raising the alarm. The dream impressed me as apocalyptic and I made… Continue reading Dystopia and a Key
Here's the last painting in the series of self-portraits I did at year's end, 1991. This one also refers to the surgery I had as a teenager and to feelings of mortality.
This is the second acrylic self-portrait in the series of three that I painted in 1991. It refers to surgery I had as a teenager. Painting helped me express some of the trauma of that experience and the life-long process of healing.
Earlier this week, I found myself thinking about a series of acrylic paintings on paper I made in 1991. They are out of sight in a portfolio that I must get out and pay some kind attention to. This painting is from a self-portrait I did while standing in front of a long mirror. The… Continue reading Acrylic Self-Portrait