Margaret Ann Withers :: Curious Landscapes

Once, when I was wearing my warm woolly socks I came down our spiral staircase and slipped. I caught myself with my hands firmly on the rails, but for one brief moment, with my heart pounding and my feet dangling in the air, time seemed to slow- if not stop. That feeling - of feet dangling over a slipped step - is what I'm shooting for in this series.

longer periods of lesser coincidence
2013
oil on canvas
40"x40"x2"
4200.00

Once,I woke up in the middle of the night and felt that love had left me and in its wake I felt completely alone and frightened.
Earlier that day, I had climbed to the top of a hot stairwell in a midtown office tower and shouted silent curses at humanity.
Waiting for Beckett (oil)