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VISUAL ART

Surrendering the Broken
2025-06-21


Winifred - Free At Last
60625-06-19


"What Now"
2025-06-10


"Rainbow Body & Soul"
2025-06-09


"Stellar Flowers"
2025-05-25


"Tarot XII"     SOLD
2025-03-20



"Let It Grow 2"     SOLD
2025-03-18


"Of Thee"   SOLD
2025-03-16


"That's Mr. God"     SOLD
2025-03-11


"Love Me for Me"     SOLD
2025-02-27


"Rainbow Blues"     SOLD
2025-02-26


"George G. Greaves"     NFS
2025-02-07

"Warrior 2"     SOLD
2025-01-08


"Rain from the Stars"     SOLD
2025-01-03

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VERBAL ART

And Then There Was Surrender (2025-06-10)
And then there was surrender --
That bittersweet word that carves out
The deepest places in one's soul
Before finally releasing.
Lying in a hospital bed hooked up to an I.V.
And a heart monitor.
Being pumped with antibiotics to help heal
The horrific hole in my right foot.

And then there was surrender --
Having to ask for help.
Enough of the idea that I could do it myself.
My hands are open.
The ultimate powerlessness.
I cannot change these things.
I cannot make the wound heal overnight.
All I could do was love myself enough to slow down.
As I watch my world rapidly come apart
Leaving a job of almost 18 years
Because I couldn't do it anymore.
I am now disabled.
My new reality hangs like a mist.

And then there was surrender --
That bittersweet word that carves out
The deepest places of myself…

Ugly (2025-04-15)
You told me that I was ugly
And the words slashed across my back
Leaving lines like razor marks.
I cried in silent sobs,
Tried to hold back,
Because I didn't want you to see me cry.
But my feeble finger could not hold back the tempest tide
Of this raging heart.
You had awoken something in me.
A loneliness so deep.
I was content to be numb,
To walk through this life alone and motionless.
"It's too late for me," I said
As I watched the mate I love wilt away like a flower bud
In the November winds when the snow came
And all semblance of life was wiped away.
Yes, that's what happened to my husband of almost 18 years.
But then you appeared on the horizon,
Opening a hole in me I didn't know was there.
"It's not you don't have passion,"
You once told me,
"It's just that there is nowhere for it to go."
I was tired of walking around
As someone who had died years before.
You saw the empty dying places in me,
Before swooping in for the kill.
I never felt so ugly and broken in all my life
As I did then.
Reality questioned.
I would sit on the couch at night and listen to the silence,
This endless stretch of ennui with life.
And you preyed upon that,
Almost breaking me
And in my insane loneliness
I let you…
Going down the rabbit hole.
I never felt more broken
As I did when you were around.
Never felt so intoxicated to self-destruct
As I did when you were here.
When you left,

It had been years since I cried so hard.
Like stitches bursting open from a wound not yet healed.
I am still healing from my ugliness,
Still recovering from my brokenness,
From
all
that
was
left
behind….

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FEEDBACK

Thu, Mar 20, 2025 at 8:53 PM, Lucki wrote:
   Helena, that's amazing! It's one thing to sell, say, 8 pictures to buyers at a show this gallery was associated with. It's quite another to have an out-of-towner who attended that show, based on what they saw, turn around and commission 8 original pieces to be done in three months. And you pulled it off. Good going!

Thu, June 19, 2025 at 12:30 PM, Anthony wrote:
   This is beautiful! Thank you for showing me this extensive gallery. I would show this work..