After months of being close to home with mending bones, in early June last year, Marissa drove me out to Sag Harbor to see the exhibit of all thirty-six paintings in her Silent Journey. On crutches and still trembling from the effort of reinhabiting my legs, I was repeatedly drawn toward the end of the series to look at this piece once more.
Marissa explained that it’s effect was from painting on handmade Wallis paper which has a fine sand surface. As if looking at a butterfly’s final flutter, movement is what I see. Even though the blossom is going down, and at the time, I was rising up, it was the grief and joy in this painting that exquisitely called my name.
Signed, Proud Owner of #32.