This piece was just entered into the Tubac Center for the Arts gallery show coming up for the new season starting August 1. This piece, like others in this series has taken a darker turn. It is, like most art, a personal interpretation of the times in which we live. Women are crying. There are many reasons women cry (as men do as well), but this time, this year – has been especially cruel to women and their children.
I have been bent and broken but I hope into a better shape.
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Kelly was named after his great grandfather. It sounds like a girls name to him but he doesn’t mind. He loves women—most of them he’s ever met—even feeling a quieter sense of himself when around them. Kelly is fearful of the days coming, but he can’t quite put his finger on the source. He knows a darkness yet desires a peaceful life and someday, perhaps a family. Somewhere there is a desire to look beyond his hard fought achievements. Time is escaping. It is five minutes until midnight.
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Jackson says he was “something” back then and likes to claim those were the better times in our world history. He walked tall in the streets of Chicago. Men walked wide around him and women hung on his shoulders like worn out suspenders. He never loved any of them but enjoyed their sagging comfort and usefulness (the women and the suspenders!). He says he was happy back then, but now complains about things of little consequence. He wonders, did he just get old? Is it just that simple? Did he lose this audience? Or did he ever have one at all? He wonders if he dreamed it now. Yet, a saxophone still stands in the corner of the back bedroom.
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Buy from Gallery: Feminine Mystique Art Gallery, Tubac AZ