Water World – cold, restrictive, uncaring,
Sitting in it’s dark ——– just staring
At the blackness. Blankness.
Walls Without Windows.
Screaming so loud that no one can hear
In the isolation of my still infinity.
Unmovable arms, muscles pounded by waves.
Strength dissipated by the struggle.
Each year another breath of water
Engulfs my being, body and brain.
Dying Alive. Dark Death.
Arms at my sides grabbing for life.
Rocket screaming energy propels me from a watery grave.
Into the Red-Orange Sky.
Personal Writing by Mary Ahern, May 15, 1978
Illustration: Oil painting with digital overlays in Photoshop.
“The Red-Orange Sky” is the first painting I ever made. It was before I went to college to study art. I was taking Wednesday evening art classes at the YMCA near where I was living in Queens Village. Circa 1974.
The Digital additions for illustration purposes were made in Photoshop November 16, 2013.
Artist Mother – Mother Artist
One and the same. Complements in name.
Work unending, always tending
To seek the insights needed to know,
to nourish – to form – to grow.
Taken for granted, demands expanded,
Desire for life on a higher standard.
Creative, depletive, rewarding, absorbing.
Continuous rebirth of the most generous kind.
Writing by Mary Ahern Feb. 20, 1978
Sketch by Mary Ahern October, 27, 2013
5 days a week I go to school
2 days a week I teach
2 days goes to Little League
Dinner 4 x 7 each.
Friday sees the Pathmark grind.
That’s something I really mind!
Listening to my youngest read and
My oldest pitching with incredible speed.
The house gets cleaned maybe once a week
But I’m convinced my life is neat.
Writing by Mary Ahern. May 5, 1978
Pen & Ink Sketch by Mary Ahern, March, 1977
Time Time, Mind in a Bind.
Thoughts in a Mold, Blockages Unfold
Writing by Mary Ahern. February 20, 1978
Illustration by Mary Ahern, October 22, 2013