The World - America.
Memory Ann Forwalt. An American Dream - A Self Portrait, 2016.
Watercolor & Acrylic on Canvas.
55 cm x 70 cm (22 in x 28 in).
The brain has many parts and select portals, or gaps that might keep one entertained. Tightly woven rope demonstrates the many lines of the brain. Is it the thought processes? The forward part where one thinks of what they will do next? The imagery saved and stored within? The imagination and where all creativity begins? The memories of all those you love and hold dear, pictures captured and stored there? The ability to dream, especially that in REM; what visions occur in one's sleep and as an outsider, do you mind if I look in? And at last the psychic line, given there is one on each side of the brain where one's intuition and future impressions may be seen?
Perhaps, they merely wanted to see what a psychic could see?
Which line will you seek? Will it be one, two, or three? Perhaps you might choose number eleven, and eight and seven? And all, only but the shattered American Dream, pronounced with an "a" and that of a failing heart on a hidden face? It's a cage or a box tucked in behind the closed right eyelid; attached to a science or an electrical current in which causes discomfort or unexplainable pain. The metal amplifies the current and she finds herself in need of rest once again. Which face shall she see hiding under there today? There is a cracked neck which requires a gentle brace to ensure it does not fully break, wrapped in swaddling and with a secret that is hidden away.
Perhaps it begins with a simple plug, one in which another's story can be silently felt and seen, without knowing anything. One soul of destruction, attached to one of love, becomes her curse and not her blessing while she looks to the one above. Could it be foreign boxes that occasionally portray a story in which most could not explain? Only today they are empty and not showing a damn thing.
Tomorrow, which story might they tell and will it happen while she is awake or perhaps someone will press play of a video to mark her brain? Oh, yes...the messages were certainly received. There is a tattered and torn newspaper dedicated to the false illusion of the American Dream where freedom and free no longer remain. Hence this art is merely a self-portrait of that in which has been hidden and stowed away. It's the underneath that now brings sorrow and it's the insides that others cannot see that bring her untold pain. - oh, that false American Dream.
Ah, I almost forgot, did they really expect her to do it for free? A shattered brain in sync with her shattered American Dream giving way to a simple self-portrait of me.
Memory Ann Forwalt. Branches of Wisdom, 2016.
Watercolor & Acrylic on Canvas.
60 cm x 45 cm (24 in x 18 in).
The minds of these bear witness to a connection of one human brain to another. This anomalous connection has caused damage to each mind in which it has touched. It's a tree of wisdom that finds strength in the minds in which it has captured. Sealing in each body, eyes closed, concentration or thought processes spinning; the wisdom tree begins to grow.
Head to head, connections unseen and somewhat damaging, the tree gathers its information one by one; each brain contributing to a wealth of knowledge that could not have been provided by only one. The branches begin to discolor, boldly shining its copper color as to symbolize its new found wealth. Thus, this piece has been titled, Branches of Wisdom to signify the damage and growth that cannot be undone.
