Last Fall I was playing a q&a game with some friends. When asked what I would title my autobiography these were the words that surfaced: The keys to the cage and the bird i flew with. Somewhere between bible imagery, my dreams, reoccurring images in my 90's art, and daily illusions or delusions this thought about people being trapped like birds in cages started to provide a context for my interpretation of the lives of various individuals that I've encountered and my own life.
I imagine that my story will be about finding truth and fighting for it (the keys), about deception , manipulation, loss, fear, pain, bankruptcy...(the cage), about the bird I met (will meet) and his own freedom story.
My black bird debuted back in 98. She was caught in a big yellow dress on a postcard I made for a friend. Today she wears the yellow dress. Today she is me. And today is the day that I will begin to tell my freedom story.
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oh my! I wasn't expecting this! How exciting! now we can share and exchange additional verbal and literary commentary. What a delight. I didn't get the yellow dress postcard comment. too abstract for me. please clarify
you dominate
yes!
i love i! i love it! i love it!
i'm smarter than carrie, so i get it, but if you need to spell it out for her go ahead.
i'm super excited about this...
It’s very poetic how this title ties into your on-going tree paintings so intimately. homes for birds and all. I look forward to watching all the new revelations grow out of this.
a) Erin how insenstitive. why I can't have questions? why I can't? I'm still waiting for further explicatory detail.
b) hi naters!
c) waiting on part II please
i'm tired of waiting for post #2.
On with it.
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