BRUMOUS 3 FROM UNDER THE SHEET BLACK CLOUDS A DAY FLOWERING

A Carr

Acrylic, yarn and glitter on canvas. Reflections of the weight and suffering of the past, which may shroud me once more but for now hope, like the bud, has burst into flower. 2015; h 120 x w 120 cm; for sale "A rose in black at Spanish Harlem; it is the special one; it never sees the sun; (...) it's growing in the street; right up through the concrete; (...) and watch her as she grows"; Aretha Franklin 1971. Brumous ? a term I use to describe spiritual and physical feelings where I and/or the landscape are abounding with fog or mist that has a weight to it, a depth, a density ? it is both enveloping and cloistering; a winter coat for protection that becomes saturated and too heavy to keep going and must be removed or the sun comes out to dry it off and lighten the load

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