I spent the early days of my childhood in Centerville, Virginia, a bed room community of apartment complexes primarily of military families who were at work most of the time. As a result all the early playgrounds I played on, were empty.
The painting above "Warning," I did in 2005. The one here, I just discovered a few years or so ago. I am convinced they are the same vision, they are too similar for coincidence:
- same kind of red garb
- snow scene in a forest
- white birch trees
- girl with black hair
- black turtleneck
- both figures are looking at you, point of view style
Artists share unconscious public visions. I think it is some of the only real evidence of psychic phenomena we have in the world.
Jenny and I would kiss deeply, and long. There was snow falling.
I looked up at the dark sky riddled with flakes, just dumping down. It was midnight December 25th, 1993.
Jenny, Rachel and I had decided to take a stroll into the night as we’d seen snow coming down from inside her warm cozy house in Chantilly, VA, lit aglow with yellows and crisp siennas from the roaring fire. I think there was a fireplace.
