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36 creative works found
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A BLOOD CURDLING silent SCREAM
by JaneAParisThey refer to sex as swimming (and many other things, cigarettes, movies, etc…constant sexual innuendo and harassment), and that is all…
This is about betrayal, shock, disbelief, inhumanity, abuse, and torture because of politics. The serenity of her dark, secluded, beautiful swimming hole has been violently and mercilessly disturbed.
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OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS Just hanging out at the Royal Palm. Trying to avoid the sharks, and sometimes searching out a banana or two. WEEE!!! BASKET CASE
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JUST JANE / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS “JUST JANE” was featured in the group Boredom Competitions on… August 2008 When you get STUCK in life, make art…j’aime bien l’art, c’est moi… THE JOY OF LIVING “JUST JANE” was featured in the group Boredom Competitions on the 24/7, August 8th, 2008.
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MY MOMMY'S FLOWERS
by JaneAParisThat dog was mincemeat, my mom was frazzled…
Everything in life renews with time…
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PINK SKIES
by JaneAParisThe sky is blue / But they say it is pink…
The truth is whatever they want to make it…for politics. There is one of me and a whole bunch of them. They make the truth whatever suits them, regardless of what the truth really is. The power of the masses, the power of a group. “PINK SKIES” was featured in the group Current Issues August 2008
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OIL PAINTING ON PART OF AN OLD CRATE / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS I was really ill and upset one day, so I painted her quickly on part of an old crate. A friend of mine liked her, so I gave the painting to her. I actually think she turned out kind of neat too, for something that I painted rather rapidly and a little sloppily. At least I feel I did a good job conveying my emotions… Being stuck in wood, refers to the fact that they, my oppressors refer to my body as wood; which can be cut, chopped, burned, screwed, glued, manipulated, sawed, molded, chewed on, finely finished, and etc… In other words, they use physical pain and torture as a means to punish me in life and control my life, and my life’s events, or at least they try to. I have been like this for thirteen years, so I guess they are not very sucessful, at least at finishing what they have started…and I did this in just a few hours. Ha! SET ME FREE
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ELMER'S GLUE FANTASY 88888888
by JaneAParisIt was twenty years later and I was finally having my revenge. They had put glue in my shoes and now I was going to get even with them…
Just a fantasy…about a sticky situation.
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MY LETTER TO ALAN
by JaneAParisHI ALAN, I just woke up and I am resending this because I reread it and there was a typo. I went into the bathroom before I came out here…
HI ALAN, I just woke up and I am resending this because I reread it and there was a typo. I went into the bathroom before I came out here to the computer and the water was running in the sink full blast. They do this all the time, this is one of their mindgames. What it is, is a threat. This kind of stuff is scary and very abusive. It is very threatening. I have been subjected to this kind of mind torture on a daily basis. This is what they have done to my body, played with the faucet and broke it or left it on. So when I see this I think that it means they are going to hurt me again. I never know what they are going to do, but they never stop treating me like less than an animal. I am a very unhappy person because I do not understand why it is never enough.Thirteen years Alan, and it still is not enough for them. I see them as nothing but huge bullies that never stop pounding on me, they are killing me, and they do not care who gets hurt in the process like my children. They keep me in never-ending bondage. ——- Hi Alan: Thank you for the bubble. Actually I do not feel well, I am so very ill. I have just been getting sicker and sicker. I think they messed me up really bad Alan, and I do not know if they even know how to put me back together. They are such bullies Alan, I hate them. I have no life right now. I can not even paint, because I have no income. They are just keeping me in this horrible cage on purpose. They won’t provide medical care for me, they make me live in pain and misery. I have no money, and everyday is just the same thing. I am not telling you this to make you feel bad, for I know you can do nothing for me and I do NOT want you to feel like that anyway. The gift that you give me is just the ability to tell you the bad things that are happening to me. I do not expect you to do anything but listen. If you listen and understand then it makes me feel better. Thank you for that. That is a true friend. I feel so trapped. I am too sick to work and in fact I honestly think I am dying. If they do not fix the problem in my body soon, and start taking it seriously instead of ignoring me I think I will die. I have told them over and over for years something is wrong inside of me, and Alan, the honest truth is I know very well they know exactly what is wrong with me and they are torturing me. I am a sitting duck. I am sick, I have no money, and they have stuck me in this strange place, (they call it transitional housing), where they feed me and shelter me, but nothing else. They torture me with constant harassment and mindgames. They make me sit outside with no shelter sometimes as punishment when they know I am ill. They really make no attempt to help me solve my problems that they have created. And they have created huge problems for me, especially financially. They always imply that I can accomplish my housing needs by – well you know what. It is not that I am not interested in being with a man Alan, but I do not think this is very respectful, do you? My health care and housing should not be tied to sleeping with a man. They screw me up because they abuse me over and over, and I am getting sicker and sicker. I am afraid they are going to kill me through medical neglect and torture. My body is rotting inside and they know it, and they do nothing. They hide behind lies all the time Alan, it is not about not having insurance. They would have given me medical care when I first came here if I had agreed to sleep with someone here. It is about keeping a human being in bondage. Somehow one way or another they always manipulate my situation, so screwing is the only answer to my problems, and they know that – that is what they want, that is part of the torture, because they will not fix it any other way nor will they let me have any power on my own. I want to have a relationship with a man this is only normal, and this is not the issue, the issue is that my medical care and housing should have nothing to do with being with a man, these things are and should be separate. I can invite someone into these issues if I want but this should be my choice, not a factor of control. The real issues are fair and equal access to medical care, privacy (which I do not even remember what it is like to have), empowerment, and fair and equal opportunity. In the process of denying me these things, they have kept me in eternal hell and they treat me like a whore with their disrespect and nasty comments. This actually keeps me from having a relationship with a man, because I have too many problems and I am too ill. They keep me down. And then if I say that I am interested they act like I am the predator when they know very well that this is the only solution that they are offering, and they never stop playing with my situation until they isolate me and I have no one. It is normal to have a relationship with a man if I CHOOSE, it is not normal for the doctors, police and others to act they have some right to stick their noses in my personal business where they do not belong and to control me with these things. They do not belong in my private life one way or another, and they have no right to control me and manipulate me like this with my health care and other needs. In other words, they screw me no matter what I do. I am so sick inside of my body Alan, that I could not even have intercourse with a man if I wanted to. Something is terribly messed up inside of me and they are killing me to keep me like this. I can not even urinate (very well) and they know it. They, the people who torment me think this is funny. Before I came here I was homeless because the police and everyone else abused at every job I had, and they made me so I could not pay my bills or take care of myself. So I ended up living in my car ILL for over a year. They act like they are doing me a big favor to keep me here, when the truth is this is actually a prison because they will not let me function in normal society. They are doing me no favors. Before I came here, for three and a half years before I came here to this place, I went to the emergency rooms and doctors and begged them to restore my health, and they abused me and did nothing, except of course send me a huge bill. They know exactly what is wrong with me because they have left me like this on purpose. It is not normal, moral, or right to leave an intentional infection in a human beings body, and any moral and correct emergency room at a hospital would give me treatment, like others, but I am intentionally abused. And, they have no problem sending me a bill for neglecting and torturing me. I am in incredible pain, but I have learned to deal with it. Everyday means pain for me, and probably eventual death. They have made me sit here for a year and a half and beg for medical care, (five years altogether here since I have been back in Amercia, and in complete my medical torture has spanned thirteen years), while they have made a big show of whizzing ambulances by and giving everyone else medical care. I do not understand why I deserve such terrible torment, abuse, and disrespect. I have never done anything to anyone. They have made my body endure thirteen years of illness and abuse. I very well know Alan that they are not giving me the medical attention that I need on purpose and it is keeping me ill and might cause my death. My children don’t deserve this, they deserve to have a mother who is empowered and healthy. They have let this infection spread in my body, into my vital organs like my bladder, kidney, and liver, and it has gone all the way to my head. They have let me sit here and beg for medicine until sores developed on my head, body, and face, from the infection in my body. I am sorry to place this all on you Alan. I only tell you because it feels better, so please forgive me. I have no control over my life and it is not my fault. They will not let me have any control. They keep me ill and powerless and lie about it. They have taken all the joy out of my life and they constantly try to manipulate me and my personal relationships. What happens when people do this to you is that you end up having no personal relationships. I am all alone. I am not even allowed to see my own children. They are terrible selfish people Alan. They abuse me and hurt me, and they lie about it. They keep me powerless on purpose and torture me and they lie about it. They have destroyed everything in my life. They make me sit here everyday in misery and pain. I have told them over and over that something is very wrong inside of my body and they know it because they have left me not put together right on purpose. They taunt me everyday, hour on hour. There is a girl here named Alicia, and they play games with her name (and other peoples names too). They refer to me as a dog on a leash and then point to her – Get it?, A leash a. They have buried me in this kind of stuff – harassment and innendo everyday. Not only do I have to be sick, but I have to be tortured mentally and emotionally everyday by these cruel people. They have nothing better to do but sit around and pick on me. See, you have to be careful when you ask someone how they are doing. :) :) :) :) :-) Sorry I just told you a little bit of the truth about my existence. It is not about what you have in life Alan, it is about how people treat you. I was married for thirteen years and lived in a huge beautiful house with a gorgeous view. Having things did not make me happy, what made me happy was the people that I loved and my associations, and especially my children. The people that disrespect me (the police) and others have continually whittled away at my life until there is nothing left. No matter which way I turn they present disrespect and brick walls. The only release I have had over the years from all of this has been art and loving my children. They are destroying those things too now. I wanted to go to art school, they would not let me do that either. They drummed me out. I find it amazing that they can never leave me alone. It is never enough. Can you understand why I do not want to be here anymore. It is hard for me to love my country. I still do, but I will never feel that I belong here. My country does not love me. Thank you for letting me vent. I wish I had something better to send you today, but this is the reality of my life. The only thing that keeps me going is writing, and art when I can do it. And trying to believe that eventually they will do the right thing and give me the medical care I need before I actually really die. Thank you so much for your friendship. You probably will not ever understand how much it really means to me. If nothing else just to be able to tell someone the terrible truths of my life. Thank you Alan. I am a little bummed out today, I am going to go lay back down. But I feel better because you sent me a bubble and asked how I was doing. Thank you. I am sorry I did not mean to torture you with the truth. I should have just said fine. :-) Take care and I hope to hear back from you soon. With sincere friendship, Jane. JANE À PARIS Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS
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Collaboration between JANE À PARIS and Thomas Josiah Chappelle - / Her recent work on Plaque The creation of this plaque was a gift from a friend of mine and fellow artist who liked the words to one of my poems, so he put them on a beautiful plaque for me. There is a link to his site below. He is a great artist and a true friend. I thought it was a very nice thing to do and extremely lovely. Smiles from Jane:-) “Complements to Ms. Jane A.Paris” was featured in the group Bits and Pieces August 2008 HIS BODY, HIS HEART, HIS MIND, AND HIS SOUL… THOMAS JOSIAH CHAPPELLE
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To be successful as an artist… THE POWER OF DREAMS / —-—-—-—-—-—-——- On a clear day, you can see forever… The power of dreams / The power of our dreams / Not letting go of something / No matter how hard they beat on you / Paint like your heart demands / Paint like your soul commands / Paint the pain in your body / Paint the insults in your mind / Paint inspiration of a higher sort / Paint the world in all of its confusion / If you let go of your dream / Then they will have succeeded in taking your soul / They have already taken your body and mind / Your soul belongs to you and ultimately to God / You must believe – if you quit believing – no matter how hard it gets / You’ll be dead JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description - / This is about believing in yourself, through all kinds of hardship. It is about holding onto a dream, and making it a reality…And to let go, means only death to body, soul, mind, and heart. Description - / This is about believing in yourself, through all kinds of hardship. It is about holding onto a dream, and making it a reality…And to let go, means only death to body, soul, mind, and heart.
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To be successful as an artist… THE POWER OF DREAMS / —-—-—-—-—-—-——- On a clear day, you can see forever… The power of dreams / The power of our dreams / Not letting go of something / No matter how hard they beat on you / Paint like your heart demands / Paint like your soul commands / Paint the pain in your body / Paint the insults in your mind / Paint inspiration of a higher sort / Paint the world in all of its confusion / If you let go of your dream / Then they will have succeeded in taking your soul / They have already taken your body and mind / Your soul belongs to you and ultimately to God / You must believe – if you quit believing – no matter how hard it gets / You’ll be dead JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description - / This is about believing in yourself, through all kinds of hardship. It is about holding onto a dream, and making it a reality…And to let go, means only death to body, soul, mind, and heart. Description - / This is about believing in yourself, through all kinds of hardship. It is about holding onto a dream, and making it a reality…And to let go, means only death to body, soul, mind, and heart.
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I SEE IN COLORS —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / CHOCOLATE BROWN — COFFEE BROWN / DEEP DARK BLACK -- BRIGHT CLEAR SUNNY YELLOW / MAROONED — BLOOD RED / UPSET BLUE -- SQUEEZED ORANGE / CARROT ORANGE — ICY PINK / PRETTY TOO FEMININE PINK -- FOG SMOG GREY / DEAD WHITE — GOOD SILVER / BAD GOLD -- UNROYAL PURPLE / LAVENDER — VANILLA WHITE / MAUVE, COLOR INVENTED BY ARTIST -- PICKLE GREEN / MONEY GREEN — GARDEN GREENS / CHAMPAGNE DIAMONDS -- BRICK RED / OFFWHITE — LEMON YELLOW / BEIGE -- ROSE KNOWS / FUNGUS YELLOW — BRONZE / COPPER -- STEEL BLUE / FRENCH BLUE — ULTRA MARINE BLUE / WATERFALL BLUE -- MILKY WHITE / PEACH — VIOLENT RED / MOSSY GREEN -- SULTRY PEACH / DECREPID GREY — SMOTHERING GREY / CLOUDY GREY -- CHEAP BURGANDY / BUBBLY SPARKLY CRYSTAL — ROOTBEER BROWN / CLEAR -- UNCLEAR CLEAR / POLLUTED CLEAR — STAR BRITE / CARAMEL -- FUDGE BROWN / DIRTY BLONDE — SHINY CLEAR / AND… / VOID BLACK, BLACKHOLE BLACK, IT’S NOT THERE BLACK I SEE IN COLORS AND THESE COLORS BECOME MY DREAMS. WILL MY DREAMS CARRY ME INTO THE FUTURE? I HOPE, I BELIEVE, AND I CREATE, FOR THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS IT SEEMS…TO DREAM…ART DREAMS. JANE À PARIS / Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS / Description: / These are my very old companions. They have traveled with me to France and back to America many times. They have been very good friends to me. I know their characteristics well. The ones that are missing lids, the ones that have spilt out a little, the ones that I use the most, and the ones I use the least. These are my paints. They are old and worn like me, but they make the most beautiful colors ever to look at…ART DREAMS. / THE JOY OF LIVING
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OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS THE DIVINITY OF THE TRINITY Matthew 5:10 / 10 “Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— DESCRIPTION OF THE PAINTING MOTHER MARRY
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DESCRIPTION OF RED MOTHER MARRY - THE PAINTING
by JaneAParisHer eyes are red. My female body is violated, and bloody red from their violent invasion, rape, abuse, and torture. They hurt me on purpo…
This is about political rape and torture…
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Digital Photography – PUBLIC SPACES/PRIVATE SPACES – TOILET POLITICS/POLITICAL HOSTAGE – Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / This is the upstairs toilet at the place where I reside…this is about torture and political persecution…Matthew 5:10 – 10 “Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. / DUAL HEADACHES / BLOODY CAR SEATS/Author: JaneAParis / bloody car seats… / in my car – I went so far – I was driven there – by dirty people / the kind of people – who look through peepholes / they drove me mad – with their abuse / I walk by and they say shut-up – while they stick their feet out to make me trip / they drive me mad – with their abuse / they deny me my health on purpose – they torture me / they lie about what they do – they give me no medicine / they leave my body broken – and then they send me big bills that they know I cannot pay – they say there is no job that I can fill / yet others are hired and make big deals – when I do get a job they harass and demean me – constantly – and then let me go – very blatantly / they knowingly make me live in terrible pain / while they follow me around and are totally profane / calling me a bitch, a whore, a car and a dog / meanwhile I bleed on my car seats because I am so ill / the pain in my body swells until I cannot bear it / I pee in a cup in my car – because I have no place to go at 1:00 am / and my bladder is in pain because – it’s not put together right on purpose / I have an infection on my head – from where bacteria has burrowed into my scalp / I try to get rid of it, but I can’t – because I’m forced to live in my filthy car / my hair is falling out – I have no place to take a bath / because they deny me employment / I have no money, I cannot buy my children presents for their birthdays or Christmas / they think it’s funny to ruin my life and to hurt my kids / they fill me with anger and wrath / because they think they have the right to torture me forever / a mad, crazy, abusive mob / of the kind of people who look through peepholes / JANE À PARIS – Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS / Description: I think this work speaks for itself. It is about political persecution. / UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS
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Mixed Media – ARCHES COLD PRESSED / IMAGE AND WRITING COPYRIGHT © 2008 JANE À PARIS / “You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul” / George Bernard Shaw quotes (Irish literary Critic, Playwright and Essayist. 1925 Nobel Prize for Literature, 1856-1950) / / COLORS, I FEEL THEM, I DON’T JUST SEE THEM – Author: JaneAParis / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / COLORS TAKE ME FLYING IN AND OUT OF MY SOUL / THEY REACH DEEP INTO MY BEING, BEYOND MY HEART AND MIND, TO MY INNER SELF / TO PULL MY FEELINGS, ASSOCIATIONS AND REACTIONS UP / WITH THEIR INTENSE HUES, VIVID BLUES AND VIBRANT REDS / SUNNY YELLOWS, NATURE GREENS / HERE COMES BLACK – SMIKITTY SMACK / BRIGHT WHITE – OUT OF SITE / FLUFFY PINK – ROYAL PURPLE – BOLD ORANGE… / HOW THEY TOUCH ME I DON’T KNOW, BUT I FEEL THEM, I DO NOT JUST SEE THEM / I SWIM IN THEM, AND I ESCAPE IN THEM… / HOW THEY MEET AND COMBINE, I FIND FASCINATING TOO / FOR ONE COMBINATION WILL AFFECT AND EFFECT ME ONE WAY, WHILE ANOTHER COMBINATION / AFFECTS AND EFFECTS ME ANOTHER WAY… / HOW THEY STRIKE THESE CHORDS IN ME I DO NOT KNOW, BUT THEY ALWAYS DO / AND I FIND IT FASCINATING THE EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS I FEEL WITH THE COLORS… / THEY ARE A TRIP FOR MY MIND, I LOOK, I FEEL, AND I GO THERE / THEY TAKE ME TO A WONDERFUL SPACE… / SOMETIMES BEAUTIFUL, SOMETIMES SAD, SOMETIMES SCARY, BUT ALWAYS FASCINATING / THEY ARE EYE CANDY / A FEAST FOR MY MIND, SOUL AND EMOTIONS AND CREATIVE SPIRIT… / JANE À PARIS – COPYRIGHT ©2008 JANE À PARIS / Description: Artistic experiences…
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OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo TO THE EARTH… Psalms 88:2 / May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry. Matthew 21:22 / If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer. Romans 12:12 / Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Psalms 66:19 / but God has surely listened and heard my voice in prayer. Psalms 54:2 / Hear my prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth. Psalms 42:8 / By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life. Psalms 17:6 / I call on you, O God, for you will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer. Psalms 6:9 / The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the LORD accepts my prayer.
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OIL PAINTING INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo / Original Work Titled: Praying Lady TO THE EARTH… Psalms 88:2 / May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry. Matthew 21:22 / If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer. Romans 12:12 / Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Psalms 66:19 / but God has surely listened and heard my voice in prayer. Psalms 54:2 / Hear my prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth. Psalms 42:8 / By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life. Psalms 17:6 / I call on you, O God, for you will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer. Psalms 6:9 / The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the LORD accepts my prayer.
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OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Contact info: janeaparis.artist@hotmail.com / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo SWAN Featured: BITS & PIECES Group – Home Page – 02 AUGUST 2008 -THANK YOU!
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OIL PAINTING INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Contact info: janeaparis.artist@hotmail.com / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo / Original Work Titled: PRETTY AS A CEMETERY BELL SWAN Featured: BITS & PIECES Group – Home Page – 02 AUGUST 2008 -THANK YOU!
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OIL PAINTING ON PART OF AN OLD CRATE (INVERSION OF ORIGINAL WORK) / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Original Work Titled: LADY STUCK IN WOOD I was really ill and upset one day, so I painted her quickly on part of an old crate. A friend of mine liked her, so I gave the painting to her. I actually think she turned out kind of neat too, for something that I painted rather rapidly and a little sloppily. At least I feel I did a good job conveying my emotions… Being stuck in wood, refers to the fact that they, my oppressors refer to my body as wood; which can be cut, chopped, burned, screwed, glued, manipulated, sawed, molded, chewed on, finely finished, and etc… In other words, they use physical pain and torture as a means to punish me in life and control my life, and my life’s events, or at least they try to. I have been like this for thirteen years, so I guess they are not very sucessful, at least at finishing what they have started…and I did this in just a few hours. Ha! SET ME FREE
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OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo THE DIVINITY OF THE TRINITY Matthew 5:10 / 10 “Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— DESCRIPTION OF RED MOTHER MARRY – THE PAINTING She is very trapped in all of her red/pain, and it burns from her eyes in intense sadness. She is surrounded by red/pain, (violation), and she is always in the red. A debt that can never be repayed or righted. She has a debt to God that she can never right, lost souls, and she has a debt to society that she can never pay because her burden is too heavy, and society/the State never releases her from it. All she can do is pray and hope that God hears her…hears her lost soul and the chant of pain that never-endingly ebbs through her mind and body. Her eyes will always be and see in intense bloody red. Speaking of the unnecessary violence of life…loss, hatred, betrayal, religion, politics, deep sadness, and lost souls… because this is the nature of the beast…this is the nature of humanity…it is very unforgivable, destructive, and leaves deep scars on her soul and body…and all she can do is pray…pray for a better day…pray for the darkness to lift one day…This painting is about being trapped/caged…NEVER-ENDINGLY…This painting is about being violated, and about the violence and sadness of life…and about how sometimes all that a person has the power to do…is pray to God and hope that God hears…hears the pain, sadness, and hope for a better tomorrow. This painting is about faith and hope through all of the redness/pain. The kind of painting I do is called EXPRESSIONISM. I try to convey an idea or concept in emotional and colorful terms, so that when you look at the canvas, you feel what the painting is trying to say. Usually the colors in Expressionistic art are bright and vivid as well, and I think this painting are very bright and vivid, VERY PAINFUL RED.
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OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo ...wandering across the globe and confronted by the same system elsewhere, (for the State lurks everywhere)...it is a story of a never-ending search of self, place, peace, civil rights, dignity, respect, freedom, and functionality within a system that denies all of these things to you over and over…the system does not work for you…le système ne fonctionne pas pour vous… you have no rights…you are a slave…dependent on the mercy and kindness of others…and punished by those who are not kind or merciful and think they have some right to prey on you and keep you in a bubble, or goldfish bowl…as Blanche Dubois said in a Streetcar Named Desire…’I have always depended on the kindness of strangers’...being kept powerless, where your sexuality becomes a tool to punish or keep you…in a cage…you are a FISH IN A BOWL, THAT IS BEING CONSTANTLY WATCHED BY OTHERS, (NO PRIVACY), AND YOUR RAFT IF LEAKY, YOU ARE SINKING…WATCH OUT FOR THAT SHARK…YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS PARADE AROUND YOU…REALLY MAKING FUN OF YOU AND MOCKING YOUR POWERLESSNESS…YOU MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT FIT IN WITH THAT SCHOOL OF FISH, THE NORM OF SOCIETY, YOU HAVE BEEN MADE AN OUTCAST, ALTHOUGH THEY DO REFER TO THIS EXPERIENCE OF CONSTANT HUMILIATION AND DEPRIVATION OF JUSTICE AND RIGHTS AS SCHOOL…SEEMINGLY IMPLYING THAT THEY ARE TEACHING YOU SOME SORT OF LESSON BY KEEPING YOU IN ENDLESS BONDAGE… This oil painting is about State Torture. They isolate you like a goldfish in a bowl, on display for everyone because they constantly violate your privacy and have no regard for your privacy. The shark represents my ex-husband and the police taking a bite out of my raft (body). The octopus (eightpus, octopie, or atepus) represents the physical torture never going away, in fact staring obnoxiously and blatantly at me never-endingly. Staring me down. Down, down, down. The schools of fish in the background are the normal people, going about their everyday business and ignoring a political freak like me. And the superior flying fishies around my raft are the mean and cruel people who think it is funny to torture and abuse me by playing mind games, lying to me, controlling me, denying me opportunities, harassing me, and —POKING—fun at me. They can fly because they are so superior. They are parading around my raft making fun of me. The big hand at the top of the goldfish bowl is God. Other’s might not love and nurture me, but God loves and nurtures me, because I am his child and I love him, so he loves me. GOD’S LOVE AND GRACE JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS
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WATERCOLOR AND PEN / ARCHES COLD PRESSED / IMAGE AND WRITING COPYRIGHT © 2008 JANE À PARIS pet·ri·fy , -fied, -fy·ing. 1. to convert into stone or a stony substance. / 2. to benumb or paralyze with astonishment, horror, or other strong emotion: I was petrified with fear. / 3. to make rigid or inert; harden; deaden: The tragedy in his life petrified his emotions. Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006. The title is a play on words. She is in reality quite afraid of being petted and thus is turning into dead wood. The sun in the background is overwhelming her and beating down on her. Her legs are planted in the ground as a tree would be but she has no real power for they are spread to hinder a secure foundation and their are no roots. The random house dictionary definitions are plays too, because she is not a stable secure house, she is a random house. The people who oppress her refer to her as inanimate objects, one of these is a house. She is a house, and they have broken her door. So she has no security to keep whomever from traipsing in and out and making a mess out of her life. The only way she is granted security, safety, and stability is if she is with a man, so she feels forced, like rape. Love and companionship, bonding (bondage) become something she has to fear, and that she is deathly afraid of…petrified. TO SQUARE TO DARE / Author: JaneAParis / —-—-—-—-—-——- To square to dare… / Very square, but somehow resembling a pair? / So square, I don’t even have bus fare / That square, just standing at the gare / Plain square… / I should care / Where is my hair? / Dead square / I wish I could say I was no less for the wear… JANE Á PARIS Copyright ©2008 JANE Á PARIS Description: / I wrote it about feeling confined, being kept in a cage of sexual innuendo until it hinders your ability to be human and sexual. I WANT TO BE FREE TO BE HUMAN / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- I WANT TO RUN DOWN THE STREETS NAKED / MY LONG HAIR ADORNED WITH ONLY AN ORCHID / OVER AND OVER, I WANT TO BE FRENCH KISSED / UNTIL I GET PUT ON SOMEBODY’S BLACKLIST / I WANT TO EAT VANILLA ICE CREAM WITH HOT FUDGE TOPPING… / DROPPING… / AND DRIPPING OFF MY BODY / I WANT TO DRINK BRANDY IN A HOT TODDY / I WANT TO BE FREE TO BE NAUGHTY / AND LISTEN TO SOMEONE BE RAUNCHY AND BAWDY / I WANT TO BE FREE TO BE SMOKING-ROOM BAWDRY / I WANT SOMEONE TO THINK I’M SEXY AND BITCHY / I WANT TO BE BECOMING AND SLIGHTLY WITCHY / I WANT TO PET SOMEONE’S DOG / WHILE THEY TELL ME ALL ABOUT THEIR PET FROG / I WANT TO EAT SOME COUSCOUS / I WANT TO GO ON A CRUISE / I WANT TO BE SO NAUGHTY THAT IT MAKES THE EVENING NEWS / I WANT TO GIVE SOMEONE SPECIAL THE KEY / I WANT TO BE FREE TO BE THE WILD SIDE OF ME / I WANT TO WEAR A RED DRESS WITH REALLY HIGH RED HEELED SHOES / I WANT TO GO BAR HOPPING AND LISTEN TO THE BLUES / I WANT TO PLAY POOL AND SHOOT FOR THE EIGHT BALL… / LEANING OVER THE TABLE EVER SO NAUGHTILY, MY FALL, MY FALL… / I WANT TO GO SWIMMING WITH NOTHING ON / IN A REALLY COLD RIVER JUST BEFORE DAWN / I WANT WEAR LINGERIE AS MY OUTER ATTIRE / AND MAKE SOMEONE’S ENGINE GO COMPLETELY AFIRE JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS
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