losing verbal acuity

Maybe you feel this way sometimes – caught in a Gertrude Stein poem.  Not tongue-tied but word-tied, but then again, maybe not, because you’re smart, brilliant and you refuse to believe in such nonsense… me, however, I’m searching for the words in the cushions.

Upcoming events to see my art:

Wazn, 12"x8.5" at Aqua.

Wazn, 12″x8.5″ at Aqua Art Miami room 114

cosmic dust; 8"x8", oil on panel at Jeffrey Leder

cosmic dust; 8″x8″, oil on panel at Jeffrey Leder Gallery


About Margaret Withers

Margaret Withers’ has shown her artwork in group and solo shows in New York City and nationwide, and internationally in Brussels, Australia, Berlin, China, Vienna and Russia. She has also exhibited at The Drawing Center in New York City, Monmouth Museum in New Jersey, MarinMOCA in California and Attleboro Museum in Massachusetts. Her art and art mashups have been featured in multiple journals including the New England Review, Alexandria Quarterly and the Library as Incubator Project. Her paintings range from the abstract to surreal, to expressionism and landscapes, to investigations of the culture and ideas surrounding ‘home’, communication, machinery, monsters and translation. Her work is included in numerous private and corporate collections, including Truninger AG in Zurich, Switzerland. She is represented by Arcilesi | Homberg Gallery in New York City, William Baczek Fine Art in Northampton, MA and C Emerson Fine Art in Tampa Florida. She lives and paints in Manhattan, New York.
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2 Responses to losing verbal acuity

  1. For one whole summer while working on a series of poems I read nothing but poetry. After a couple of months I began to feel, quite literally, that the ground was elastic and everything that I perceived to be “real” was pliable and unstable. I had to stop reading poetry. It was mind-warping.

    • That’s actually kind of cool Charles… I hope you’re able to read poetry again! I just read a great poem by Shawn Riopelle called These Hands -found in an old edition of The New Quarterly.

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