This Tissue Is Me

Shimmering luster, let me try, let me reach youLayers beyond layers of red, all aglowWith trembling fingers I touch... Flimsy tissueIt comes down upon me, folding high into low 
I dance with abandon, with no inhibition,Entangled in fabric, I can no longer fleeCan't breath, for now I can see the strange fusionNow I know: this tissue is me
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(This poem is included in my poetry book, Home.)

My poem is inspired by my art: here is a set three panels, three oil paintings. I offer it to your interpretation, if the figures are dancing out of joy, or getting themselves tied in utter frustration... When I painted the picture, I likened the red fabric to chewing gum on the floor, into which you step and can never release yourself. The more you fight to free yourself, the more you become entangled. 
I did the preparatory work for them by drawing sketches of a nude model, who posed with a silky, red piece of fabric. Then I created a composition out of these sketches, a composition which I arranged as a triptych (an arrangement similar to paintings on an altar.) I did a version of this arrangement in a different color scheme, in watercolor. You can see this version on my facebook page. Then I created the version presented here, in oil. Later, the panel on the right provided the inspiration for the cover of my novel, Apart From Love (available on Amazon in its paperback and Kindle editions.)


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