Welcome to my world of Art and Personal History and my own Point of View. In particular, I would like you to check out my new book, An Untenable Fragrance of Violets, A Trilogy with a Sequel…Books I, II and III are out and Book IV, The Sequel, will be along momentarily. I invite you to read the random pages gratis on Amazon.
In my time I have been a desperate housewife, an overwhelmed young mother, a starving artist, a battered woman, a warrior in a child custody war, a Feminist, a Hamptons gallery owner, a paralegal and legal advocate and activist, a home builder and ancient barn renovator, a garden designer, and now an author.
I have butted heads with bullies and sociopaths, hope and psychosis, chauvinism, mind control, brainwashing and familial alienation; criminal trespassers, disloyal friends, unscrupulous businessmen and frivolous lawsuits for millions of dollars. Still, I have managed to survive.
I have been denigrated, accused of misrepresentation and lily gilding, and cast out of my family by my children because of the machinations of a former spouse, the father of my six children, who is known to all and sundry as ‘Grandpa Foxy’, he and his wife, the quintessential wicked stepmother of my children are known as ‘The Foxies’… all of which suddenly strikes me as amusing if it weren’t so awful, amusing because of the coincidental modus operandi of Fox News, the fervent lies and vicious untrue statements and allegations of the likes of Sean Hannity, Bill O’Reilly, Glenn Beck, Mike Huckabee, Sarah Palin that are repeated ad nauseum until the rabid minions of followers join in the chorus as though it were all true. It is a simple well known fact about mind control, that if you repeat something over and over again to people who have no other source of information but your words, that ultimately they will see them as truth and they will not be dissuaded, even by fact and evidence. It is a sickening part of public life today, and is seen here as a microcosm of that larger syndrome.
Here I am embarking on a voyage into the twentieth century, joining peers and grandpeers in a new art form. Now that I am a published author, I can convince myself that I have the creds to offer my ideas…