Painting as I see it.
There are two layers of words on the back of the closet. The big scary red letters are all of the medical jargon. The smaller gray type are the words that express the humanity of our woman.
I have painted a portrait of the woman looking in the mirror, with the shattered shards of the mirror exploding from it.
I’m glad to get over the words. They were a very hard part of this project.
I am actually enjoying our spring snowstorm. It comes every year, and I’d worry more about global warming if it hadn’t come. It was 80 Sunday and supposed to be 50 tomorrow. This is Mother Nature flipping her white coat at us as she puts it away for her spring wardrobe.
We are just looking! We tried BofA in Chemo Today. Stressed woman in closet, right? RAPG thinks there are no artists in Haywood! I got their
money, what do I care?
I needed to paint today. Chemo Today is more about gathering elements to tell the story of one day. So I took a break and worked some more on Melting, and BofA, Destroyer of America.
No pix today. I’ve painted the inside doors (like painting the rooms in WindDancers, not arty) , finished the pull chain for the light(is it too long?) and thought about the medical words. Gregg did the ceiling and the trim. Donna brought a sheer curtain, I thought that would soften the words. We are trying printing them in colors, rather than black on white. The words are like the thoughts swirling around her, a new language that is very hard to learn.
Oh, and the Oxymoronsnc.com are funny! After seven years we saw their live performance last night.
I am working on Chemo Today again, and getting a lot of collaboration input. This is what a prayer box looks like before it’s folded into the box. I learned the technique while studying handmade books. I made a bunch from recycled boxes, but they seemed gaudy. Now I’ve done a bunch in white. I may have people sign them with words that summarize what the prayer was for. Gregg thinks the boxes are empty, the prayers have been sent on.
I came up with an idea for the sense sound. I will put in a kazoo, for music. It will be more upbeat than an ominously ticking clock, which was my first idea.
We took some time away to recuperate after Bobbi’s death. I discovered the artist Ed Kienholz. The closet was intimidating, just as a blank canvas is intimidating. So you start somewhere. This may look like a regression, but I pulled everything out of the closet so that I can be sure that what is included has a purpose, not just because I had a lot of stuff and shoved it all in.
Forrest & Gregg installed the doors on Chemo Today. I started putting in scarves and hats from Bobbi. I thought handling her things would make me sad, but they are so typically her that they made me laugh. I’m dealing with a riot of color. Forrest suggested I paint the prayer boxes the teal color I’m using as a theme. It was very recyclable of me to use old cracker boxes and other cardboard packaging, but they are distracting. My smart aleck husband suggested I label the prayer boxes according to the religious denomination they originated from. We don’t believe that it matters what dogma they come from, but that prayers are
offered in love.
We installed the front wall on Chemo Today. Next we have to hang the doors and deal with the light source. I’m considering painting the figure in a pose of her rising to her feet. Anyone who thinks I know what I’m doing at every turn of the process hasn’t followed this blog very far.
She was 59. Cancer is awful. I am working on Chemo Today. We are building the front wall.
This morning I worked on Destroyer. It sounds like Bof A has destroyed itself. 
I’m working on a series of collages titled Corporate Clones. This is the Doctor.