Word: breathes
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Blood. Breath. Violence, trauma, struggle, survival. These are the heady subjects of Susan Rothenberg's latest body of paintings, on display now at the MFA in Boston. The exhibit, which contains several paintings fresh from the artist's studio, befits an artist who once declared that Monet's paintings were essentially decorative because they packed no psychological punch. Rothenberg's own work, while often stunningly beautiful, is never merely decorative: the sum impact of the punch delivered by her last decade of work is enough to send you reeling...
...Marta would sit them down and explain it all--instilling wonder at the enchanted realm they had wandered into. For she knew where the maps were too, and how to read them. No one could imagine her retired, which she insisted she was just months ago. She lived and breathed Time Inc. and gave it life and breath. Her sudden passing deprives us not only of a dear friend but also of living memory...
Within seconds, I could see nothing but that heavenly-bright doorway and the flashing forms of several panickers as they threw themselves at drill sergeants and generally mucked up our line to get out. (They would try to make light of it later.) Some held their breath and closed their eyes, and got off easy. My plan was to breathe deep - take their best shot - and moan, moan, moan until it all went away, and not do anything to dislodge the big lunch the drill sergeants had gleefully served us just minutes before. It worked - that night I had less...
...said, "I'll lift you." He did that with no strain at all, and he stood in reach of Judas' arms till the last breath failed, but Judas never once reached toward...
...Joseph, the man who married my mother and raised me--not a bad man but hard on us all. Joseph had died just before I went to join the Baptist, and his last words to me were 'Stay gone, fool!' But though I watched him suck his last breath, here he came in the blazing noon with his mallet and saw, and this time he said, 'Boy, you're nothing but mine. You were always mine. It was just your mother, addled as ever, who tried to claim you were anything better than she and I could have built...