Oh and it’s a doozy! This painting, entitled Haiti, measures 22 x 30 inches and is my second large scale painting, Storms Inside the Iris being technically my first. I had just had my first Temporomandibular Joint Surgery, in 1993, a diagnostic, exploratory arthroscopy, on one side or the other, I forget which now. But it was really awful inside the joint, was the discovery — the TMJ disc was completely off on its own, torn away and floating … oh, it was just bad is all.
Anyhoo, the surgeon was one of the top 3 or 10 TMJ specialists or surgeons in the area and I had been referred to him through a special free study at the National Institutes of Health, largely because I finally broke down and cried in someone’s office, in fact, more than once, I was in so much pain, agony, in fact.
I digress. I had just had the diagnostic surgery, with a co-signed loan with my boss at work, and friends at work had given me the paper and the paint, watercolor, and watercolor pencils, and brushes, fluorescent paint, and time off with which to convalesce, and create “when I was feeling better.”
Some time after the surgery I tacked off a piece of the watercolor paper, after hearing the news that President Aristide had been ousted from office by a coup in Haiti, and was safe in America, thankfully not dead (!) and that President Clinton was outraged, and had sent a certain number of U.S. Navy Cruisers to the island in response. I didn’t have a television, and was listening only to National Public Radio for updates, then classical music, writhing in bed, in the terrible anguish and stillness … tension … waiting … waiting … for news.
Apparently the armed rebels on the ground were not terribly well-armed at that point and had taken to tacking four or five-inch nails, which they had plenty of, to long boards, which they were using to attack and threaten others there, and were planning to attack the landing troops with, when they got there.
The thought of anyone, anyone, innocent, armed or no, facing, literally facing something made and intending to be so cruel a weapon (now all weapons are intended to be cruel in a way are they not? ? some are just so clean about it — this is really a gross convo — anyway — I hate war but believe in a reasonable defense, don’t get me started on THAT) as that — I just hated to think of some dear, precious anyone facing that.
So I was writhing and I eventually got up to get it out — in this painting.
There were no sketches. I say that because in the lower mid-right section I was actually visualizing, somewhat unsuccessfully, so don’t look too hard at it, Picasso’s Guernica. Now he did an enormous amount of sketching for that, God bless him.
There is implosion. Peace doves falling. Peace and justice coming to the rescue. Clashes of troops and people. Blood. People coming down from the mountains. Beautiful tropical innocent mountains. People escaping to the hills. A cross falling as hope can fall, and as a reference that people for a time could no longer seek solace and protection from their churches. There is a blind eye, that I imagine, a shock, that comes, a peculiar and particular shock that war creates. There are books. I was worried about the children and women and they are in there but not literally. There is a lot in there.
And this is the last of the paintings in the Early Paintings Show at the Modern Times Coffeehouse. See her while ye can. Until November 29 at approximately 3:30 PM she comes down. Unless you take her home.
Interesting note: Haiti, Afternoon Tea (sold), Neon Fruit and Conception are the only four paintings in which I have implemented the fluorescent paint, which can best be seen by black light. The latter two were painted specifically and in a rush to make the deadline for the last (!) annual black light show in Nashville, TN. But, see, I missed the deadline, by a hair, and the director loved the pieces but already had a show full of art by that time. Alas. C’est la vie.
Conception (Adults only, dearies, I warned you!):http://www.amyjackson.cc./paintings/Conception.html
With excellent ironic timing, our television died in the middle of the night. Mind you, it’s like a series of heart attacks every second or so for me to watch election coverage, so I avoid it, and instead choose to go to bed and wake up the next day to the news of our new Presidential choice, or chad issues, whither it be … sigh … I can barely even think about it today at all, it stirs me up so emotionally, as you saw in yesterday’s Seastorm post. I voted, and I leave it at that for now.
I thoroughly enjoy living in Maryland most of the time, and especially on election day, when I have delightful conversations with strangers in line. Today I exchanged commiseration with the woman ahead of me who was having trouble standing in line to vote for Obama, which I could tell by the Democratic ballot sheet in her hand, similar to mine, for forty minutes, because of her inoperable arthritic back conditions. We could relate. We enjoyed the toddlers in line as well.
Aside from that, it has been an exceptionally high pain level day, because I didn’t wear my back brace yesterday when I chose to help with the trash, etc. Boo. And because of the irritable bowel syndrome — I called the GI doctor and am waiting for a call back for an appointment. Seriously, with the screaming pain again, which causes me to only whimper out loud, but scream inside. Something’s gotta give.
Good counseling appointment. So glad to report that although pain is so high I am in such good spirits. Not sure why? Maybe so happy to vote. To be a Buddhist in line. To be able to drive like an adult again. To be more present most of the time.
Started a subsection of the Shop section on my website for the ArtSpring folks but also for you all out there, you know who you are, possibly? Waiting for the framed photo stock sitting in my house for sale from previous gallery and cafe shows? The pick of the crop? You know you are. They are pretty anyway, the Industrials and the Nature — you’ll see. Have been meaning to do this for like, too many years. HTML was the way to go.
And the novel, right. Girl’s only got so much energy.
The cold, is less — hurrayyyyyyyyy! Por fin !!!!!! Friggin A! Still very achey but less fever and congestion. I’ll take it.
2.6 on the blood work. I’ll take that, too and go back again on Monday to give again.