Thank you so much to everyone who has written to me, I truly appreciate your encouragement and support!
I've decided that the time has come for me to try to communicate in paint the transformative event of my life -a cardiac arrest when I was young and a life altering experience of death. That experience was so vast, so indescribable, so dislocating and so strangely educational that I couldn't talk about it for most of my life.
When I was 12 years old I had 4 teeth pulled for braces in a dental surgeon's clinic. Something went terribly wrong with the anesthesia, my heart stopped and it took a very long time to resuscitate me. Unfortunately, my mother saw my blue, limp body being given CPR and was so traumatized that she could never bear to hear what happened - that I might have died. I've always wished that I could have described it to her before her own death. She and my stepfather were atheists, academics, scientists, they told me over and over that when you die that's the end, everything goes black, there's nothing after your heart stops.
Not so, it turns out - not true.
I want to see if I can capture something of the atmosphere of that experience by weaving it into images in this life, I'll certainly never be able to describe it in words. Maybe these paintings are a way for me to finally tell my story to the people close to me. I'll do my best and everyone can interpret them as they wish.
I'm about a third of the way into this new cycle, I'm calling it 'The Path'. I'd love it if you would check back in once in awhile.
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