Category: Artist Stories
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Art as the First Course
Making visual art is easy for me. Writing is more of a challenge. I started writing when I began to immerse my life in music, because I was catapulted into solitude after my ex-husband left me, lo, these many years ago. My focal points had shifted. I turned inward. There was no one to talk […]
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Words Written in 2018
I might as well have written them today. Easter Sunday, 2022. Things have shifted from 2018 to 2022 in terms of what I cite as the events occurring. It is snowing. My son and his bride-to-be were traveling last night along a highway and escaped being hit by a huge evergreen tree that fell across […]
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A Way Out: No, I’m Already In
In some ways, I am just so stuck. Stuck inside my box, which is a fairly large box, if one considers its contents: both metaphorically and ideologically. Those who discuss the distinction between “inside” and “outside” the box are attempting to convey the difference between status quo and revolutionary, or between mediocrity, conformism, largely acceptable […]
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Dedicated to My Mother
It was Easter Sunday. No family around to celebrate The rising of Christ from the dead. No eggs planted anywhere. My breakfast French toast was dipped in eggs though, Drenched in syrup, where berries and cinnamon also floated. The dishes were washed. The reading of the news was done. I was sufficiently terrorized, Thrust into […]
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No One Else But Me
As I walked Alone On the Day Jesus Rose from The Dead, From Behind the Rock. How bleak the roadway was near the Water.The sound of it roaringWith the currentCleansed my mind.The River WaterBroken Away from the shell of IceThat surrounded it for so longThis winter.This winter time. Return me to my soul, I asked. […]
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An Email Exposing a Weakened Heart
May 25, 2020 …Which brings me to today’s thoughts: As I graze newspaper article headlines and sometimes read the articles if I am allowed, or review my emails which are unbearably all political or about saving the planet, or open them to unveil the Paris Review or the Daily Om, or some other intellectual, art-related, […]
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My Artist Story
In 1978, my husband and I moved to Western Massachusetts from Buffalo, NY. We bought a house neither of us had the financial backing to support. Through innumerable life changes, I have survived only by living here. It is now 2020. The collective global society is going through a vast economic, emotional tempest due to […]
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Lyn Horton 