Those are the words of my wicked friend and constant source of all things inspirational, Magaly, a word genius that creates a platform from where I can plunge into a sea of interconnected artistic visions, where fantasy, concept and brushwork touch... the post reminded me immediately of a collaboration with my long time soul mate and source of divine love and constant frustration and irritation, a love that is of polar opposites but something somehow when together all the broken bits seem to fit, fastened with invisible thread, and makes us one...
I want to share a few on the pieces of artwork I recently did (and intend to do more) the canvases were previously a ship, then wreckage, her broken pieces cast to the shore, and collected by my beachcomber, Big F, over 3 days on 1 glorious long stretch of beach. He asked if I thought the pieces could be resurrected, given new life, as canvases, and her scars suggested the images that are below, but she remained, glued, damaged... a glorious survivor.