Showing posts with label red blanket. Show all posts
Showing posts with label red blanket. Show all posts

Sunday, January 25, 2026

Cape of Rain

The Margaret Atwood references for this title are actually two poems.  One of them is about survival. The other one has the line: I pull about me running, a cape of rain.  In my mind, I put them together. 

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Something closer to a poem


Not necessarily have a plot. 
A vehicle for the things that worry us in these bewildering times. 
Changing every time I show it. 

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Then one day she stopped painting

 
 
 
So often, women wrest their art from brackets of silence.  Nothing in our special education as women encourages us to stsruggle for significance.  How do we dare to create forms and images, to illuminate our experiences, to subject our possibilities to scrutiny?

Caffyn Kelley, editor Gallerie Women's Art Volume 1  1988