Friday, May 7, 2010

Another for Willie's Pocket

Some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down, they can't ever stop howling." Margaret Atwood, the Blind Assassin

I made a small print of this for Willie's pocket. I've been working on a series of homeless poems and paintings and this is how it makes me feel. Like howling and howling!


steve said...

Art-making can be like a self-exorcism of sorts sometimes and it can bring up a lot of demons. The key is getting rid of the demons and replacing them with happiness. Inspired work Mary!

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Thanks, Steve! :-D

I'm laughing at myself, too, for wanting to howl. It's a funny mixed up process.

steve said...

Good! Hey, Ginsberg did it. Just be sure to warn your husband in advance when they're calling for a full moon next time, OK? ;)

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

LOL! He's sure heard me howl--and hoot like an owl (and put up with my dragging home skulls and bones and photographing dead fish and birds, etc)--He's very patient and a good model, too.


henniemavis said...

Well... I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels half gone crackers sometimes :-) Mary, is this image a "smudge" superimposed over of a photo of you? The likeness is very good!

Postscript: up with Ginsberg references at any time!