Pamela Callahan

What I paint: Creatures, structures, elemental bodies (scintilla to sky), the mud of thaw, electric love light.
All get shoved into the fun house, a trailer at the edge of the carnival. Through that maze of heart and brain.
What comes out the other end (the exit is an arm, a hand, a brush) is some somatic transference of world to paint.
That bodily act, the stain it leaves.

© Pamela Callahan