Website review: The Art Of Lisa Falzon
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3wag rated 3 months ago- yummy hair stew
- ya rated 4 months ago
- For a limited time, Lisa Falzon will be offerring the creation of custom portraits. All you'd need to send in would be a couple of close-ups, taken in good lighting and at high resolution, of your intended sitter's face. You can choose to direct Lisa by telling her your desired pose, location, hobbies or painting style - or leave it completely up to her. Upon completion you will receive a digital file of your portrait that you can then print on canvas, make giclee prints out of, print on t-shirts - anywhere, for personal use.
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- missy-o rated 32 months ago
Art by Liza Falson, "Cocoon" And what of me? I work each day in my leotards at the State School where the retarded are locked up with hospital techniques. Always I walk past the hydro- cephalic doorman on his stool, a five-year-old who sits all day and never speaks, his head like a twenty-five cent balloon, three times the regular size. It's nature but nature works such crimes. I go to the large cement day room where fifty kids are locked up for what they strangely call play. The toys are not around, not given to my invalids because possessions might get broken or in the way. We can't go out. There are no snowsuits, sometimes no shoes so what I do for them is what I bring for them to use. The room stinks of urine. Only the two-headed baby is antiseptic in her crib. Now I take the autoharp, the drum, the triangle, the tambourine and the keys for locked doors and locked sounds, blind and sharp. We have clapping of hands and stamping of feet, please. I play my humming and lullaby sounds for each disease. I sing The Fox Came Out On a Chilly Night and Bobby, my favorite Mongoloid sings Fox to me. I bring out my silk scarfs for a group of sprites. Susan wants the blue scarf and no one is orderly. I sway with two red scarfs. I'm in trance, calling love me, woo, woo and we all passionately dance. --Anne Sexton, from the poem "Eighteen Days Without You," the above portion is "December 12th" from the book "Love Poems" (1969)
