lovely holes

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why am i painting ovals?
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(because an oval is noT an egg…)
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yes, it could be a mouth wide open with sorrow and silent crying, the pain buried so deep that you can’t make a noise. oR it could be a womb. bleeding. empty. hole but not whole.
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so i’m painting ovals. and people say “oh, what a lovely hole!” (only in my head of course.) and i think, what’s a lovely hole? and suddenly i’m finding beauty in unexpected holes…
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like skulls.
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they have lots of holes. holes for eyes. nose. mouth. ears. i use to find skulls creepy. now i look at them and i think, breath flowed through those holes. (life.) eyes turned this way and that. (what did it see?) and i see beauty in decay…beautiful creaMy white bones with liFe-giving holes.
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and what about the little holes. like the holes in beads.
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or those pLastic doll faces we used to store string in. you could pull neveR ending string through a tiny hole in the mouth. now that’s creepy, some people would say. but it made me smile. big smiles.
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i use to write poetry like strings of beautiful pearls falling from my lips. now i just paint ovals.
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(what’s that piece of cloth doing in my painting?)
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…and 6 is a healing number.
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(C) Art, MJ Calitz, 2010