Hot Angel 2 because there are two of them, painted during the same half-hour. The angel's heat locates it as one of Lucifer's band who, in Milton's Paradise Lost (1667), fell out of heaven and, tumbling through unformed space, landed flat on its back on one of Hell's burning lakes. It looks cheerful enough, given what it's been through.
A scrap of paper, oddly keyhole-shaped, with a blather of acrylic on it. At first it seemed like a rose on a rock and so I titled it "Rocky Rose." Then I remembered a little girl my daughter takes care of quite often--she's just two and a bit--who is named "Ruby Rose" but who announces herself, with great firmness and dignity, as "Wooby Wose." So this ragged rose is for her.
This is an early morning photograph with a streak of early morning sunlight striking the framed Joseph Beuys poster on my bedroom wall. I bought the poster in May of 1974 when I visited the Beuys exhibition at the Rene Block Gallery in New York. This now famous exhibition was called I Like America and America Likes Me. This was the exhibition where Beuys, wrapped in a piece of grey felt, stayed for 8 hours a day in a room with a wild coyote.
Gary Michael Dault
Writer, artist, critic.