Falling tender; Interlaced

      The shattered-glass ropes that tugged us down begging to poison lay gingerly across our necks, softly caressing every chord of muscle.  We are the fullest type of broken; the warmest freeze.  A thorn bush caught your hand and a tear of blood responded.  Do you remember that fire between our lips the first time they touched?  It’s all the same, you see.  I could be choked by the vines of the sea or I could fall in love losing breath with every plunge.  When you feel it, you know.  I only wonder what makes us so blind… 

      Recognizing such parallels requires a huge step back, a step big enough to be able to reject the connotations that make pain and pleasure so opposite.  Here, characteristics of Surrealism enter Falling Tender; Interlaced and weave through paint to define a distinct style.  Both canvasses are a mixed media production of oil paint, acrylic paint, photo collage, fabric, molding paste, poly-acrylic gloss, and oil glaze.