HD’s colors were crazy bright, and it was dazzling to see them all in one room. I guess people just don’t see what they don’t want to see? Or people don’t really look at art I mean they look at it, but they don’t look into it. I was stunned by them I couldn’t breathe and yes, look how they’ve lodged into my brain. Xor
It has been a very long time since you mentioned Henry here or on your blog and I don't know how you have ever had the courage to face him and what he did, much less the courage to face your mother and what she did. I guarantee you that if I'd been one of the people in the museum, I would not have been oohing and ahhhing, I would have run like crazy unless I had rolled up right there like a pill bug, vomiting.
Absolutely thank you Elizabeth. Your comment harkens back to Robert Duncan’s amazing poem My Mother Would Be A Falconress, one of my favorite poems of all time. Thank you my friend.
Wow. It's like being a tiny snake, weaving in and out of your mind and his. Terrifying. Beautiful. I have so missed your writing. And your courage. I am glad you mother is still dead. And that she will keep on being dead. I wish she could be erased. xxxxxxxxxxx
HD’s colors were crazy bright, and it was dazzling to see them all in one room. I guess people just don’t see what they don’t want to see? Or people don’t really look at art I mean they look at it, but they don’t look into it. I was stunned by them I couldn’t breathe and yes, look how they’ve lodged into my brain. Xor
It has been a very long time since you mentioned Henry here or on your blog and I don't know how you have ever had the courage to face him and what he did, much less the courage to face your mother and what she did. I guarantee you that if I'd been one of the people in the museum, I would not have been oohing and ahhhing, I would have run like crazy unless I had rolled up right there like a pill bug, vomiting.
I hate your mother. I hate her so much.
You're like the opposite of the second coming -- this beautiful spiral, circling back, your falcon. Does that make sense?
Absolutely thank you Elizabeth. Your comment harkens back to Robert Duncan’s amazing poem My Mother Would Be A Falconress, one of my favorite poems of all time. Thank you my friend.
Wow. It's like being a tiny snake, weaving in and out of your mind and his. Terrifying. Beautiful. I have so missed your writing. And your courage. I am glad you mother is still dead. And that she will keep on being dead. I wish she could be erased. xxxxxxxxxxx
No words, just great admiration for your telling.
Xoxo
Barbara