April, 17, 2022. Lake Harding, Georgia. 43x31in. Original Available.
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It's Okay to Fold
A cut and conjoined king and queen from a 1930s bridge set, a handwritten postcard and stamp circa 1954, A hand made antique table doily your grandma probably made, used as a stencil, and an orphaned old key, are fixed atop a repurposed canvas (an original) from an unknown previous artist.
Not all can be centerfolds. But you really do have to know when to fold em. and that's okay. As we say yes to the potential of another potentiality, we continue to collapse the myth of separation.
The page seen above was taken out of context from a compassion notebook that once belonged to Jesse Prophitt in 1931~.
The contents of the composition notebook, and Prophitt's other belongings, tell the story of a woman who struggled harshly with reading and writing from a young age. Tears as proof dried on failing report cards are to be seen later in other paintings in this series.
I, like many, relate heavily to feeling like a fish out of water. Gasping for breathes under the strange new external pressures. Not being able to perform, think, or breathe. just cry.
This would happen to me without fail when trying to learn math from my mom. Literally so traumatic. it's ironic that today I see math in all things, as I do art. I truly love math and like Prophitt, got smart.
Per Prophitt's composition notebook, she was qualified illiterate and sent to a school in Michigan more fitting for the aforementioned. Here, I could see the confidence in her handwriting and the decrease in spelling/grammatical errors, that it brought me to tears, too.
The notebook was filled with inspirational quotes that I believe Prophitt hand-picked, too. Truly inspiring may your spirit lay rest to yesterday's trauma response, and today's gifts and talents as a result.
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L. R. Bennett.
