Another oil on black canvas piece. This one I made while living with my friend and her two daughters. She lived in the guest house of This family ( grandson of Rogers from Rogers and Hammerstein) in Montecito, Ca. Let me tell you when you are a poor girl from Birmingham, Al and you move to a place where the richest people in the world live its culture shock. Thus a very dark and rebellious brewed art such as this piece "Crucifying the Truth" which came after "Ethos" in reaction to being at war. This piece is me embracing feminism and is about the first original tattoos found around the world. Back then women were not always allowed to get tattoos so some women went to other tribes to get them but once they did, they were not allowed back to their own tribe. So these women had to walk their own path in life without a tribe. A character trait I know too well. This story is about a woman who's eyes are green with life yet she has been noosed and crucified for choosing her path. She is slipping into the grey of all the lies she sees and the cruelty of mankind. An angel (my friends daughter;) comes down to heal her heart. While she is sinking quickly, she looks up to all those tribes she met on her path and they pull her up out of the grey. She is embraced by the color of the world and has hope again that being a good human defines the Angels in this world. Oil on black hand stretched 6'x3' canvas 2004
(Funny I just remembered I put a polished jasper blood stone pendent my grandfather made, actually I have a thing for putting sentimental jewelry in all my pieces when it works)