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Brainy

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 Subconscious

(Magazine page, magic markers, ink)‚Äč

Memories

(Magazine pages, ink, markers)


This is a piece I created while remembering my friend, Sybil Gann.  She had Alzheimers when I first met her as her care giver.  I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose my memories but I watched her lose hers over the course of two years.  She began to believe I was someone from her past and all she wanted was to go home.  We remember moments in time that are captured as our memories like ribbons of faulty film. Over the course of our lives some memories become fuzzy and unclear while others remain sharp. Other memories are lost all together.  Sybil retained as her only sharp memory a place in Jasper, Alabama called  "home".  

This piece is an homage to my brother, Bobby.  His death made me realize that our lives are stitched together, metamorphosing, dividing and redividing events.  Our whole existence is little moments one after another filled with people, places, time, space and interactions.  These moments all migrate into the past, never to be seen again except in our faulty memories, on random home videos or in photographs.  These moments are essentially dead, passed forever into the invisible. As I write this, ten minutes have slipped into the invisible. I hope my brother continues on somewhere out there in our mysterious universe so that one day when I pass into that invisible what-comes-next, I will see him again.

 Pieces of Reality

(Magazine page, ink, markers)

Gail Mansel

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"Watchers is the Woods" by Gail Mansel

( Magazine pages, ink, markers)


We are watched everywhere we go.  GPS on our phones, satellites, monitored on the streets, the internet, the phone, the bank, the job, credit cards, CCTV.  Our private thoughts ferreted out by advertisers, poll takers, social media and various other tracking techniques.  Ours is the Age of Paranoia and its no wonder it feels like we can never have a moment we can call our own.

"The Homeless Man" by Gail Mansel

(Magazine page, ink, markers)


His life is written on his face. His memories stay with him constantly. He has little distraction during long, hungry nights. His whole existence is survival.  He has little to no comfort except in cheap drugs or cheap alcohol.  Nobody wants to "see" him.  He props up guilty egos at Thanksgiving and Christmas but is forgotten and overlooked the rest of the time.  The powerful ones just don't care that he served in the war, was a father, was an employee, paid taxes, has feelings, health problems, and has feelings of hopelessness.  He is no one, he is what every one could be, he is you, he is me.  "See"?