Margaret Ann Withers :: Curious Landscapes

The tiny houses and telephone poles in these paintings are often hidden in a chaotic landscape, where it seems that some cosmic change has just occurred, where the landscape has been been jiggled and this is what’s left - a tiny community held together and fluttering within the terrible and the tender.  The stories that accompany these paintings are about the people within these tiny houses.

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tossed between the rupture of words as the Marys tasted home
watercolor, flashe paint, ink on paper

There is cotton in my ears and yet out my window I still hear the yelling. The walls turn to the floor, and floor turns to the ceiling, and the ceiling turns back to the walls, and my home is tossed between this rupture of words as The Marys taste our homes with tongues tuned to breakage. But soon, one of the Marys will tire of this game and instead words, her tongue will lick our home into her gullet and then we will either go south to freedom or west to smallness.