by Betty Davies on Mon Jul 11, 2011 8:35 pm
Hello James,
I am a painter from Central Australia who first became aware of your presence by watching a TV program called "Louisiana Stories".....which I have watched three times so far, and will most probably watch many times more.
I have never read a violent book in my life, and would normally avoid them at all costs, as I have always chosen to believe only in the inherent goodness that is deep within every one of us....However I DID decide to read Tin Roof Blowdown, and without being able to explain it, I find myself inexplicably changed...And I thank you for that.
I paint only the human face, as it is my desire to capture that elusive beauty that resides deep within the core of every human being. Sometimes one has to look a little harder, a little deeper, but it is always there. We would call it the human soul, I think. You have shocked me and shaken me, and in doing so you have caused me to look again, to dig deeper, to allow myself to journey deep into the abyss....to a place that I have hitherto been unwilling to be taken....... But I have emerged with my belief in human nature still intact....yet changed. How does one describe this experience in words?? I am not the Writer. I do, however, see that way beyond what is happening on the physical plane, we are all inextricably linked....separate beings....yet one....with the ability to inflict such evil on each other....yet never able to escape the final truth that we are all a part of the body of God. I will not be able to paint again for a time. I will have to sit and reflect. To allow both the bitter and the sweet to permeate, and to allow Change to occur at an even deeper level.
You have enlarged me, and fed that creative part of me that is in constant need of inspiration and expression. I cannot explain the how and the why......but it is one of those wonderful, mystical moments when another human being appears in your life....who is sent as a catalyst.....in order to change and transform.....
I believe that amongst us there are the true Mothers and the true Fathers, and that you are one of the Fathers. I thank you for allowing yourself to be just that.
Bless you,
Betty.