My son Joshua fell out of a tree in
October of 1987 and broke his left arm. For those of you who do
not have children that probably doesn't
mean much, but to those of you who do, you know there is NO way to describe
what that pain feels like. All I can remember is Jason running in to tell me
I'd better get outside because Joshua was
hurt; me, thinking he'd just fallen down. I'm sure there are worse things than
a broken arm, but nothing could have been worse than the pain he was in, and
him asking me to "make it stop". I'll never forget the screaming and
there was nothing I could
do but scoop him off the ground and get to
the hospital as soon as possible. The whole thing with the hospital worked out
great. They took him in right away. As he lay on our couch after the day’s
troubles, I made a sketch which turned into the following painting. I'd hoped
to do better writing about this, but Joshua has broken another arm now, so it's
two in six months. This is very upsetting to discuss. I hope to God this is the
end of broken bones.
"During
the Vincent years, when copying works,
it became necessary to do something of my
own.
This piece is it. I used up ink that was left
over
with brush strokes. The work has increased in
importance."
"In
the Sunday magazine section
was a photograph of the nineteenth ward
that caught my sense of feel.
I'd wanted to paint it stronger ."
"One
can only hope to have seen this face
on the one we love. "
"I've
begun to be a painter monk,
the gift is humility."
"In
their lives, Vangogh and Cezanne never met.
I've tried to put Vangogh's candle with the
fruit and wine of Cezanne. I shall continue
further attempts."
"Calm
strokes, listening to Carly Simon.
I'd 1ike to touch her."
"Thank
you Tina, I love you
"We
sat, him and me, as we have
so many times over the years,
drinking beers, seeing one and another.
This picture came in a flash of beers,
followed by others at later dates.
Do note this writing to be
upon David's birthday, June 29, 1988.
He may be fifty today."
"Life
seems to me, to be,
only one in a hundred, happy.
I'll always see the glass half full
and wonder why about those seeing it half
empty."
"Into
each of our lives comes what,
and only what we choose to bring into
it."
"Be
true to your self
and you are.
