WATERCOLOR, GOUACHE, PEN
ARCHES COLD PRESSED
IMAGE AND WRITING COPYRIGHT © 2008 JANE À PARIS
The full title is I AM NOT TREE – LOST IN A PAST TELE RAIN FOREST, but I had to shorten it to the above for the print.
I am always made to feel that I have to call people because I am nothing on my own. That is the message that they always give to me. That is a part of my torture. If I try to find myself, my own strength, I am made to feel I have nothing, and then again maybe I do have nothing because we really need others to be healthy do we not? But it should be a need based on strength, not weakness, what we have to give, not take. Here I am powerless, no legs, no arms, and I am naked. My hair is blue. They (the people who torment me, the State), use hair to signify sexuality. My sexuality is very blue, sad and ill. The title is a play on words because there are a lot of pastels in the piece. There is much woodgrain because she is made of wood, something to be cut, worked, reworked, and then put back together in a different form, as to say from a tree to a chair. No real graduation in many senses, just change, and that is the problem in and of itself, my lot in life is to be furniture because they won’t let me be anything else truthfully… I have no choice but to be weak, for that is what they have made me because they hurt me, torture me, and hold me down. It is change in the sense that it has gone from something that was living to something that is DEAD now…