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JAS splint 20NOV2013; CATHERINE L. JOHNSON;

JAS 21NOV2013;CATHERINE L. JOHNSON;

CYBORG Catherine.

 
 

 

 

My wish when I was young was to be normal.
To look normal.
 
 
 
 
 
 
My BELOVED Dr. Coventry,
the late Dr. Mark B. Coventry,
told me:
Cathy, YOU are more than that…
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

I am drawing upon his indelible deep love right now
as I accept this turn in my river.
He could see the sea of my soul.
And, call out my wings.
He saw my beauty.
Blessed.
Amazing GRACE.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 I’m thinking of my Mom and Daddy…
even though I am waaaaay an adult.
When the JAS splint was placed on me,
 torrents and shards of emotions escaped
the sealed, buried vault sealed  tightly
to my heartspine:
The memories of the 10 year
continuous
girlchildfreak show,
and
the stares of “viewers”.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I look freakish.
I must climb over that disdain.
Negative energy must  be sluiced and shed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The
“hair in the blender ran OUT the door look”
 did NOT assist my needed
fashionista mask
for today.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I did wear my lipstick.
ALWAYS.
Like Frida Kahlo.
I do the stare like she did.
I did this before I knew her art and who she was.
Reflex. 
I know, we women who present unique physical equations
have our strategies
to draw the eye of the viewers
to a place
where we will permit
the “viewer’s” stare,
their look.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
3 x day for 45 minutes each session.
Tighter
and
tighter
and
tighter
and
tighter.
For the next several months.
Break scar tissue and/or stretch.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Yes.
It is to be excruciating pain. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I have fortitude.
I can transcend pain when its is transformative.
I cannot accept nor tolerate violence
of any kind
toward anyone.
Having lived receiving
and
overcoming pain,
I can state the delivery
of pain
is not
an art form.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My art is my BREATH. 
And, is known to be a vehicle
of
serene beauty and deliverance
 rising, not falling
and
moving forward.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My work does NOT show my pain,
my art is the breath above it.
My art dances in the light.
First light at night.
 Whispering lullabies.
Quietly, calling OUT
your

BE a U ty.

 
 
 
 
 
The relationships I caress
are those who can
see, hear, touch and taste
evanescent + sublime + raw
joy and light.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I will prevail.
The pine tree prevails no matter the tempest.
My art will show me.
I am told when I create I smile, a Mona Lisa smile.

I am flying.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Vulnerable, right now very,  very.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Thank you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Blue vast joy.

 

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