Conversation with Death - My Body Painting by Karen Musick

Conversation with Death - My Body

by Karen Musick

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12.000 x 24.000 x 1.000 inches

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Title

Conversation with Death - My Body

Artist

Karen Musick

Medium

Painting - Oil On Canvas

Description

I was laid up in bed in the summer of 1998. A bad fall put me out of commission for a bit, so I took advantage of that time to draw. This painting is a result of a drawing titled �My Dis-sease."

Unusually soft colors accompany this painting. This was a different pallet for an artist who normally uses intense colors that are bright in order to grab the viewer�s attention. Somehow, though, the sunrises in the background seems to fit with the idea that death was in itself a new beginning.

One could also see it as a sunset, symbolizing the end of a life, the end of awareness on this plane of existence. We all eventually have this conversation with the Grim Reaper as we realize we are not the indestructible beings we thought we were in our youth. Sunrise, or sunset, the idea of this painting is about a change of cognitive thought. Death is change.

It is a scary change for the majority of us, who rather like living on this planet. Here we see the face of the Dis-ease as the one having the actual �conversation�. Wrapped in her favorite red blanket, the blanket of pain, and tired of living half a life. She is ready to experience something completely new. Ready to shed herself of a body that betrayed her.

She�s old. I did not want to give my own mind any ideas of leaving this planet any time too soon. The abundance of pain drives me so that I do not appreciate my life. My soul, and spirit long for life, to the point of craving it and looks for a ways to make it feasible while living in intractable pain.

Their conversation concerns the spirit, shown here coming down out of a large face. Pointing to the place where it all began, that first spasm, our conversationalist asks why. While the spirit looks down in utter exhaustion, too tired to ask anything other than why this pain makes her question whether she wants to live anymore.

The main face has a single tear representing her life of disappointments and with that look the viewer can sense her readiness for death to relieve her of her torture. She already feels half dead, as seen by the skull showing through skin pealing away. A skin that burns without relief. Burning like acid has been injected beneath it.

Behind the eye, the one that once saw, but who�s resources are being subverted by Pain, is the universe. The stuff we all are made up of. Stardust makes us, and perhaps back to stardust is where we will go. The Reaper will not answer this question for her. That is only for those already passed to the other side, this secret to life after death.

More than anything, this painting reflects the many different emotions, represented by different faces, of the solitary struggle chronic illness sufferers� deal with daily..