My Mother Is an Endless Story
Excerpt & Exclusive Art
The painting I made in diapers—
brash, thick, blackening strokes
to a child’s eye a picture of two
animals—one pinning the tail of
the other by its very long chin—
hung on my mother’s living room
wall my entire life. Legit. Mounted
inside a good frame, declared
Modern Art—like Franz Kline
or Motherwell comes to mind.
