Nothing in Between You and I

One week off, two paintings today

Dear friends,

I skipped one week of writing this newsletter. Because freedom. And because who cares?

Who cares about painting if that’s what one makes in their private life? How will a painting break through the layers of silence, unimportance, even submission we are put on in our current society? How can I avoid craving the help from institutional power?

Left: Some Of Us Become The Sun, oil, casein, watercolor, and pastels on cotton canvas. Right: You Have to Want to See It, oil and casein on cotton canvas. Both: 11 X 14 inches, 2025. (some parts done with Ulysses and Helena, plus many other people in other events)

The image of these paintings arrives at your email if you sign up for my newsletters, but the paintings might one day become garbage like much else in the US. The house is full of garbage, unless we choose to look at things as meaningful, as necessary somehow to us.

There is a kind of knowledge that my body is creating these days, a way of thinking that I wish I could capture in writing. Ulysses and I finished our breastfeeding journey. I’m ending six years of uninterrupted breastfeeding on demand. The demand remained high, very high, right up to the very end. My body still refuses to give it up. Painting continues to be my best choice. I wish more people would insist on looking at paintings. More people would refuse the electronic screens and want to look at something they can truly touch. I hope I’ll continue to be one of “these people.”

While you read this email, reality continues to exist somewhere. As close as in your body.

Friends, I love this life and I love you (and that won’t change if you prefer to unsubscribe). That’s what remains.

Abraços,
Debora