SHE GETS AROUND...ART MOVES HER, IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE...

“So, you want to know how I get around?” she said
with a sneer. “It is quite simple really, otherwise they
leer and they jeer. I have discovered the protection
and security of art. I can work in privacy and make
wonderful art. Therefore, I progress with art, I have no
choice really. To choose not to kills me spiritually,
mentally, emotionally, and physically and sexually.
I am compelled to follow my heart and soul in all things
artistic, even in my love life and intimate life. Not only by
painting, writing, and studying art, but by being art. My
situation compels me to be a shopping mart, I really have
little choice.” “Why, whatever do you mean?” he said,
please explain. “I don’t understand how art can play a
part in getting you from one place to another.” “Well,”
she said, "matter of factly, I am a political prisoner.
The authorities, the police, the doctors, and others make
it almost impossible for me to achieve or be independent.
Every time I try, they pull the rug out from under me, and
they have done this until I am actually dying. I have been
made ill and dependent. They have done it for twelve
years straight. That is how I came to love art, because of
their abuse. It was and is my only escape and therapy, that
and taking care of my two kids. But they ruined that for me
just like they do most things. I’m divorced now, and my
children live with their father, so my only escape is art.
Art has become my grand escape and love. To escape
I have learned to love and create art, in all forms. Oils,
pastels, crayons, water colors, pencils, photography, ink,
mixed media, writing, and low and behold love. I have
also learned that I am very much at the mercy of others.
This is a time when I can’t pull through on my own, no
matter how hard try, I’m too sick and too powerless.
I need to rely on others and this is very hard for me to
do because I am stubborn and naturally independent
usually. However, sometimes you have to accept what
is in your best interest to survive. If I don’t reach out to
others, who might be able to help, then I might just die.
A nice man offered to give me an art show and I told
him to go away. But now I realize that his art show could
save me from isolation, loneliness, sadness, much
hardship, and that he could help me with my physical illness.
Is it so bad to get a ride in the art mobile? I don’t think so…

JANE Á PARIS

Copyright ©2008 JANE Á PARIS

SHE GETS AROUND...ART MOVES HER, IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE...

JaneAParis

Joined February 2008

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This is about political, sexual, and other abuses, and how we are compelled to deal with these issues and perceive them. It is also about my love of art and how it has kept me alive through the years, and hopefully, will continue to do so…if I get lucky.

Written for What Moves You: “BCLW” “BCtranspo”

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