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I couldn't possibly sign off without sharing an excerpt of this poem with you. Enjoy!
She is the woman hanging from the 13rd floor
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in the news![]() Jan Lee of The Oxford Times wrote a lovely article about my current exhibition at the library in Bampton. She described me as "a perceptive artist" and my work "thought-provoking." I'm honoured! in the studio![]() I've set up a temporary studio in the gallery at Bampton library so I can do a bit of a work whilst sitting gallery hours. Here's a snapshot of my workspace - for the last several days I've been hand-painting grenades. They're really cute and a lot of fun. ![]() In my limited spare time, I've been reading when I can. This usually means I have to read whilst eating my breakfast or dinner and when time is of the essence, I tend to return to The Heath Anthology of American Literature, Volume Two. It's a huge book full of excerpts from novels, short stories, and poems. During one of my breakfast reads, I stumbled upon the Creek Indian poet Joy Harjo. I was gripped by the first stanza from her poem The Woman Hanging from the Thirteenth Floor Window. Full of rich description and emotion, I was immediately compelled to create a sketch for what will become a collage and found object filled assemblage. I look forward to getting back into my normal studio so I can get started. I couldn't possibly sign off without sharing an excerpt of this poem with you. Enjoy! She is the woman hanging from the 13rd floor window. Her hands are pressed white against the concrete moulding of the tenement building. She hangs from the 13th floor window in east Chicago, with a swirl of birds over her head. They could be a halo, or a storm of glass waiting to crush her. She thinks she will be set free. ... And the woman hanging from the 13th floor window hears other voices. Some of them scream out from below for her to jump, they would push her over. Others cry softly from the sidewalks, pull their children up like flowers and gather them into their arms. They would help her, like themselves. But she is the woman hanging from the 13th floor window, and she knows she is hanging by her own fingers, her own skin, her own thread of indecision. ...
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AuthorErin Singleton is an artist currently living in the bucolic seaside town of Marblehead, Mass. She loves to explore her creativity in her studio and in the kitchen. She also loves to read, watch movies, spend time with friends and enjoy the great outdoors with her husband, Dave, and their daughter, Maisie. Blogs I'm Reading
Rambling Ro http://www.ramblingro.blog.com/ Through the Distances http://throughthedistances.blogspot.com/ Following the Silver Thread http://followingthesilverthread.blogspot.com/ Bronte Weather Project http://www.bronteweather.blogspot.com/ Josh Ritter http://thebookofjubilations.tumblr.com/ Archives
December 2015
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