The art I have created from paint, canvas, collage, mixed media, and sculpture, and most recently photography and digital art over a lifetime in my studio, outside, and in my computer. The thoughts and impressions of this life I have gathered as the world, paint, and I continue to fly.
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Monday, March 22, 2010
A Slight Detour From The Book, Me at About 8 or 9 Months (?)
It looks like I was already shielding myself from the blows my mother dealt me. My first overt memory of it is from when I was two and a half. She punched me in the nose and the blood wouldn't quit for a while. She sat me on the toilet and she blotted at my face with a washrag, and a look of horror on her face. I think she wondered if I would die.
Must have been my Edward G. Robinson phase.
It looks like I was already shielding myself from the blows my mother dealt me. My first overt memory of it is from when I was two and a half. She punched me in the nose and the blood wouldn't quit for a while. She sat me on the toilet and she blotted at my face with a washrag, and a look of horror on her face. I think she wondered if I would die.
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