Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Monday, October 30
SCARY FISH
Why are they scary? As a child I always thought it was kind of creepy seeing their innards so clearly through their flesh and scales. Creepy because I knew I was not all that differently formed: I had a stomach, liver, intestines, spinal column etc. The tiny fish's transparency was such a reminder of the fragility of the flesh. Maybe scary is not the right word, but deeply unsettling, more than any cartoon ghost could possibly be!
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