watercolor, antique curtain fragment, metallic wax, bone, Gepe mount, yearbook photo, and ink on paper
Epitaph for Eula Strange
I dread for me
living one mute day every time
an allusive and subtle communication
an ever present affliction
clutching to me
an old thought to gnaw on.
I am afraid
Out of worth
without words
caught and reduced and disorganized
like dreaming of sleep
and the taste of dry bones.
This is another of the watercolor collages I’ve been working on. I added a bit of antique Swiss dot material from a curtain that belonged to Pinkie Gray. She’s a watercolor artist who lived in Metamora. The jaw bone I found along the river in Muncie while walking my dog. The photograph is from another old yearbook.
red paper boat 