It had been a long and frustrating session; the painting I had been working on ended up in the trash. But I still had a full palette so I fished out another ruined painting and slapped this on top of it. Then I cleaned up, went to mass and watched “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” Not a bad day.
The next morning I went into the studio and was shocked. The work was horribly disturbing and I went downstairs and told my husband that my latest effort was going under the bed for ten years, like Picasso’s Les Demoiselles d’Avignon.
Still, the fact that I had called up such an image left me uneasy. I thought about it all day and realized that it was the result of a conversation with my brother and 43 years of reading the newspaper. Life is often terrible, and with the exception of natural disasters, we do it to ourselves.
This is not a new thought. It’s not even a new image; Giotto and Michelangelo painted Hell. So what the Hell? Here it is.