“I am the Beast” just the text

I am the Wildest Boar. Or could it be that I am the wildest bore? I’m not sure sometimes but it probably doesn’t matter, at least not to me. It is not necessary to get philosophical about it or to even define the possibility of my existence. I am aware that I am inside of here, so then, if all things real and unreal…

Praying to Saint Agnes

Yes, yes, I did that.  Because, well, shit, i was able to get some success with only tiny little paintings  – smaller studies –  to get all ready for the bigger paintings, well, I’ll tell ya, they got over controlled and just looked kinda dead and I got so frustrated……… So I went to the Harwood Museum. For 2 reasons, really. One to get some…

Naming the Beast

Placed within academia, me, a common Long Island girl, a “normal” girl, as my first Lesbian, separatist art school roommate called me, I was tossed into the higher educational system without much preparation.. Without warning. ACADEMIA! This  “normal” girl had a very high regard for her “animal” self – her instinctual self. The person that inhales, feels, expresses without thinking, emotes, shoots from the…

Opening and closing the doors and windows a bit slower.

Part of being in another place is listening to the local public radio. Pure joy really. Except when you find yourself listening to Ravel’s Bolero. I just couldn’t help felling really sorry for the drum section. So repetitive. A bit of torture. But it’s the only station that comes in clearly, so I’ve been committed to it in the same way I’ve been committed…

UNLEARNING

For the first time in over 2 weeks, I had a REAL nights sleep, FINALLY. I’ve been beyond tired. When I was 19 years old, I was determined to quit art school and move up to Woodstock, NY and become a potter. So, knowing nothing about how to actually do that, I drove up to Woodstock from my parents Long Island home in the…

Yet another attempt at illustrating the wild boar.

I think this one is actually on the right track. FINALLY!!! Here’s a sneak peek! Not putting it on Facebook just yet. Maybe when it’s finished.

DNA

DNA .. Bloodlines … Ancestry … Naples .. Bari … When I went to Italy, I stood outside of a the Hotel Luna in Amalfi. I have been told that the Barbaro’s, my mothers family on my grandfathers side, owned and operated that Hotel. I walked inside. I was fully prepared to introduce myself. I then realized I knew nothing of why my grandfather…

Naples/Nipples

Ha! Well yeah, this is where I’m going I guess. The obvious reference from the statue of Romulus and Remus suckling from the she-wolf. Not sure how much explanation this really needs if you read http://valsivilli.com/2014/11/11/the-wild-bore-chapter-1/ I’ve successfully liberated myself from illustrating the story with paintings. Whew! FYI

Val Sivilli
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