She is your mother. That is the truth of the image: she is your mother and thus the child there, with the milky eye, the face half in shadow, must be you? But is it you? It is a you you do not remember, nor is it a moment you remember; it is a small child in woolen leggings, pulling at the hand of a … Continue reading YOUR FATHER, YOUR MOTHER by Mary di Lucia
When we think of the history of art, the television rarely comes to mind, despite the fact that upon exploration, tv relates to many discourses: architecture, urban planning, the beaux arts, technology, psychoanalysis, and finally, portraiture itself. A tv in a room with a tv viewer and couch loosely mirrors some aspects of the psychoanalytic triad; that is, the tv, like the analysand, broadcasts a free-associative … Continue reading A BRIEF HISTORY OF MID-CENTURY PORTRAITURE: TV by Mary di Lucia
He will go blind. He will go blind, you think, as they have all done, and it is you who will have let it happen. You have let it happen; it is too late. You could have told him: it is not the eye. It is the hands which reshape the universe. They are the remakers. All is seen through a glass, whether or not … Continue reading Blindness/Your Brother by Mary di Lucia
His teeth were sharp. By day, he hid them. By day he had hands. At night, they were claws. They scratched on the old trees until the bark was gone. They were telephone poles. He was leaving messages. He kept his hands in his pockets. The crows came: one, two, three. Their claws left tracks. He couldn’t read them. The clouds were too thick. He … Continue reading The Great Bear by Mary di Lucia
