Mary Westring2

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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

EXHIBITION AT FIGUREWORKS GALLERY

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"On Bedford Avenue"
Colored Pencil
21" x 17"

Figureworks Gallery

168 N. 6th Street
Brooklyn NY 11211
April 9-May 7 2010
Opening Friday, April 9th
6 P.M.- 9 P.M.


This poem was written from snippets of conversations I heard as I passed the callers on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn. Each line is a separate bit of overheard conversation:

On Bedford Avenue

Hello, Hello
I woke up this morning and it was, like
at that moment a small child came in.
I was wondering, could you help?

Oh, my God, you poor thing!
Yeah, Louise is engaged, well maybe
she's crazy, like I'm going to care.
Oh, no... how long?

I wish I was fucking going out.
The odd, thing is,
I didn't finish.
What are you talking about?

Don't even go there.
I know, it was kind of strange
Andrew didn't pick up.
So, what was it like?

I know, I couldn't do that either.
I'm trying to get it...
basically, I'm just hanging.
You mean THIS Friday?

It's o.k..... no, no.
Ziggy's the guy that well,
he should pay for it.
By the way, did you send it?

I could hire you.
Be there at eight on the dot.
You don't want to be like scared and shit.
So how's it going?

I think she said "housing".
Well, like I said
then it happened.
Is it still bleeding?







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  1. marylealMarch 17, 2010 at 10:31 AM

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  2. Rinkly RimesMarch 27, 2010 at 3:31 AM

    You made me feel I was walking along the road with you! I love the last snippet....'Is it still bleeding?'!

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I am an artist and my new endeavor, this blog, is my latest attempt at communicating visually. My friend and fellow artist, Margaret Gosden, is my inspiration. Do check out her blog at http://margaretgosden2.blogspot.com and you will see why I want to do this. I work in several media. My formal training was in etching but I paint, I sculpt in clay, I draw. My best work, in my opinion, results from deeply felt emotions and I have flat files of unsold (but shown) works resulting from my reactions to difficult themes: Hiroshima, the rape of my good friend's daughter, my mother's death, 9/11, my lover's emaciated body before he died. I work through my distress by managing it on paper and canvas. I take vacations from the angst and make images that sometimes people want to hang on their walls. So I am not a totally starving artist. I will turn 70 in June and I can't believe it. What happened? I feel 40, at the oldest, and hope that is how I present myself. I try to keep an open mind, try to accept what comes, try to be kind. I look forward to joining a conversation with other bloggers and learn from them.