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Tag Archives: chronic pain
Fragments I – Process
In the past week, I have slowly been processing and writing about the new series Fragments. I am thinking, How can I express the pain of my Dissociative Identity Disorder, the horrible acts of abuse that made me split in … Continue reading
Viet-Nam War VIII Process … Jungle Code
Above you can see the lyrical kind of art deco garden or landscape, ? wrought iron pattern I initially layered with, that was replaced with a very drapey, jungley, camouflagey … bivouac … ey … feel. Which I then carefully … Continue reading
Viet-Nam War VI Finitti and Jamaica Sunset I
http://www.amyjackson.cc/paintings/vietnamwar6.html It took painstaking effort to finish the white edges of the large sections of colors you see above. And outright courage, not to misstep … to go too far into the other colors. You may see that the lightning … Continue reading
Viet-Nam War VI – II
It took a few hours to get this black background in, and it’s not IN all the way, as you can see. I need to find the brave soul to paint into the other colors there, into their edges just … Continue reading