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SCAR TISSUE BE DAMNED
39 in. x 40 in.
mixed
media: cloth, wood, paint, images on paper, engraving, t-–braces
on a wooden pallet
©Maureen Kelleher 2008
Detail
image with engraved text. Back
to gallery 2
Engraved text on the work:
She stands on a small wooden box, in front
of a mike and robed judges and takes their legal licks. And then,
with all due respect, she gives as good as she gets. I was burned
and disappointed by my beloved. And then, with all due diligence,
I let him go for forever.
Note
Board: 14” t x 11.5” wide
My friend, Paula, is a lawyer and I ended up an investigator;
we work on cases together. There was some similar trench history
prior to our meeting. We had each been knocked to our knees; there
were scars.
SHE prepared her client and his family for his date- and time-specific
execution.
I walked around and around the cemetery. The movement and the
dead markers were better than being home, where I cried and had
only thoughts of him who no longer wanted me.
HER client did not die in vain; she learned, kept going, and saved
others. Ms. Pitbull in an L.L. Bean dress.
MY tears and obsessive sadness eventually dried up.
We turned our talk to the current case.
Who knows how this one
will turn out, but damn straight: our protective, then inhibiting,
scar tissue had shapeshifted. She and I now had copious amounts
of backbone rocket fuel. And with that we had each traveled light
years from who we were to here and now.
Artist’s note: We live, we try, we fail, we get
burned, and scar tissue forms around our hearts. Do we stop or
do we continue? Onward.
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