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Abstract Painting - Falling by Helene Henderson

Falling is a painting by Helene Henderson which was uploaded on September 23rd, 2010.

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Hi, Helene! Here I am, I think. Between a wet and a hard place. Maybe it is something I ate. Everything is out of place, or missing. We have three topsey-turvey rudimentary elements but fire is absent. What's with these stalactitic, twisted, tops emaciated, emerging -- or is downward "demerging?" "dismerging?" Or is it downward? I keep wanting to see the middle-white, which I have taken to be air, instead to be as a Dutch canal, except then I have a wall of water, rising across the way, and already my stomach had been churning under it (over it?). And those heartless miserable dismal and wretched things still are coming, relentlessly, menacingly. Let me turn my eyes away a moment. . . Oh but I must retreat (it seems) into another room. Here I my head refuses to quit turning, it seems, to peek over my shoulder to verify that they -- those insults to God's Creation -- are not sneaking up -- or down -- whatever! Nearer, nearer, my god!, to me! Locked in the bath room now, and having satisfied myself, that no water has flooded the ceiling, no boulders in the bathtub, no decaying plantlife from hell, I sit on the toilet, mainly to keep the lid down more than to rest my weary self. Finally I can chuckle to myself that I've been sitting all this time with a headache! Then I begin to realize that I don't live here. That painting is not hanging on my wall! And what a success it is, so simple under, or over, my first glance when entering the room. Next impression: a really good job on those huge broken pieces of cement: looks like what often is used to construct jetties. But then the water, and I'll bet a bag of coins from the 1990's that every damn person over the stage of puberty who has entered this room very soon thought with relief, ah, the quack curator just hung it upside-down, But then the next moment the stomach cranks up! Who knows what art is for? The pyramids, The book of love. Take heart, Ms Henderson, if you will. Or else my mind. Leave one or the other alone. I can survive with out them both -- until the real thing comes along.