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Through The Voluminous Shroud

3/3/2025

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Through The Voluminous Shroud



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​"Through The Voluminous Shroud" - oil on paper, 13.5 x 20 inches.  This item is unmounted and unframed (click on the image to purchase)

It's been said I was a vocal child.
demanding, wanting affection
As if basic needs like gentle words and hugs
were unforgivable.
I am tenacious, so
it took awhile
to punish the volume out of me.

Each time I got
the bright idea to say something
kicks ensued.
Why speak when
speaking hurts
So I did not say.
​When I was older
aging
fading
he saw me
under those layers
through the voluminous
shroud
pulled me out.
Breathing
what’s that?
My voice.

I finally used it
a croaking, awkward sound
it drove away the kickers
the hitters
the haters
because I no longer
fit the mold
they made for me.
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​Am I sad?
Not really.
I am seen.
That is not to be traded
​ like a horse.
Rather
cherished like a lost heirloom
finally
finally
found.
​
Dear reader - I'd love to hear about moments you felt seen (or unseen!) Leave a comment below.

About the art:  beginning with a gesso murder of an old acrylic painting, split into two vertical segments, I drew the basic figure and shroud shape with a brush loaded with thinned oil paint.  Working first from the outside in, painting away the gesso with the soft background color and preserving the lower portion for a layer of dark, darks.  Adding the lower dark portion and a few places near the figure.  Then painting with a large, wet brush to get the shapes and movement in the garment, preserving the darks around the arm, neck and shoulder of the figure.  A good long drying time before coming in with a small brush to paint the neck, arm, legs and feet.  More drying.  The requisite 80 million layers of pinks with a rubber wedge to create volume, folds and edges.  A very wet. paint laden brush around the lower portions to allow running paint and drips.  And another long, long drying time.  Though the piece is emotive and emotional, the colors soften the impact and allow a lightness to relieve some of its weighty meaning.  

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9 Comments
Dotty Seiter
3/3/2025 09:35:34 am

whoa

first, the writing/poem is your own today, yes?

whoa

second+, there is so much invitation in this piece: invitation into mystery, into blurring of lines between recognized and not perceived, into story implied but not stated explicitly, into folds and volume, into not knowing and being ok with not knowing.

whoa

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lola
3/3/2025 03:27:57 pm

Dotty!!! Yes, my writing (thank you for "seeing" my voice in there!!) and thanks hugely for spending time with this piece and its invitation into the folds and volume...xoxoxoxoxoxo

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Avery link
3/3/2025 04:34:39 pm

Seen vs unseen...hmm. I'm seen, but through various lenses: the tall man's wife, Megan's mom, the baker. Earlier, my kindergarten teacher called me Bossy when I was bored and impatient to get the real (learning) show on the road already! All true I suppose, but none the whole truth. Who among us are ever truly seen? Or, want to be?
Beautiful painting -- and poetry!

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lola
3/4/2025 12:51:17 pm

Avery!!!! "the tall man's wife" sounds like a book title! And you ask a good question...who wants to be seen? I suppose, for me at least, I want to be seen enough to know I'm not entirely alone.

And thank you so very much! xoxo

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Thea
3/3/2025 07:58:23 pm

You are such a gifted writer and an important voice in the world.

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lola
3/4/2025 12:51:45 pm

Thea!!! gah! Thank you. This means so much to me!! xo

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Carl Stoveland
3/5/2025 10:14:16 am

Oh my goodness! What a strong poem with a great painting to match. Now that you've reclaimed your voice and are being heard I implore you to shout from the rooftops for decades!

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lola
3/5/2025 03:22:48 pm

Carl!!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME SHOUTING ALL THE WAY TO FLORIDA? ha ha! Thanks so much, friend. I will try to keep from being too obnoxious with all the yelling. xo

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Carl Stoveland
3/5/2025 05:13:10 pm

Yell all you want. Your message is a great one and should travel the globe. It’s a soothing balm to here your words on the trade winds.




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