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Feelings.

Memory Ann Forwalt. Masquerade, 2016.
Watercolor & Acrylic on Canvas.
50 cm x 40 cm (20 in x 16 in).


In disguise behind her mask, white gloves gently caress her face to comfort her through her tears. Find her four white buttons lined on her chest. Thus, she is simply named Masquerade.

Memory Ann Forwalt. Him & Her -she unwanted, 2016. 
Watercolor & Acrylic on Canvas Panel. 
35 cm x 45 cm (14 in x 18 in).


She slightly embraces her breast in an effort to protect her naked body while she looks to the side in shame. He reaches from above, only his long-arm present, as the unseen takes the lead. Here; lies a great divide where he reaches into hell to lift her up -a savior unseen. Thus, this piece is entitled, Him & Her.  -she unwanted.

Memory Ann Forwalt. She, -horned, 2016.
Watercolor & Acrylic on Canvas.
50 cm x 40 cm (20 in x 16 in).


Unwillingly horned by the church, she was spoke to and treated as if she was a curse, and nothing more.  Publicly reprimanded and scolded by her own people and those of the same sex, she was shunned for the visions in her head. Note her one horn as she threw the other one to the ground and take heed of her patched skin marking her as the one that was both layered and wrapped without her permission. Notice the fireball and imagine the burn she was forced to share with all who fell. -x200. Oddly this piece has been given the name of She, -horned.

Memory Ann Forwalt. Abandoned, 2016.
Watercolor & Acrylic on Canvas.
60 cm x 75 cm (24 in x 30 in).


The house has been abandoned and only the owner's picture remains. His dusty old truck sits as if he might climb in again the next morning, but he would have to move the old tires out of the way. As one slides their hands down the yellow lines of the house one can feel a coarseness just on the surface of the canvas and the pleasure that comes from a simple touch might leave one in awe, anxious to touch it again. With the texture there comes an odd application to the canvas itself, from sticks and stones, to an old sturdy ladder, we surprisingly turned a canvas into a flat-hanging, doll house. Odd, but feeling alone for quite some time, it touches me, thus, it is named "Abandoned."

MF

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