36 x 48
Gallery Stretched Canvas 36×48
When I was born, Mama thought she had the flu. She was 35 years old in 1971, and found out she was pregnant with me. My brother and sister were 10 and 13 when I was born. When I was little, my brother and sister took me everywhere. I was always around their friends and older people. When I was nine years old, the phone rang in the middle of the night. I had woken up to the screams of my mother. I remember Mama crying out. I had never heard her make that sound before. It scared me to my bones. My sister had died that night in a horrible car accident.
We went from a happy family living in a tree house to a deflated inner tube. It took a long time for us to be happy again. Every time I wanted to be happy I felt guilty because Pammy wasn’t there. I felt like I needed to be sad forever. She was so beautiful and such a bright light; it felt very dark and scary. This painting is my memory of her beauty and death. A rainbow buried. I have been painting, drawing, and creating my entire life. My gift, my passion, my love for self-expression are BOLD in my art, but still, I feel unseen. I will continue to produce in my art not only the beauty of this world but also the bare naked terror and truths that I feel and express through my art.
