Yarmouth Notes - art with writing reception on July 26

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Published on July 11, 2014

Artist Ann Clow says her painting “Mirror of Hope” was inspired by a story/poem written by Dana Osmond.

The opening reception for the Yarmouth Notes - art with writing, will be held at the Yarmouth County Museum on Saturday, July 26 at 2 p.m. The exhibit is a collaboration between artists and the Write Away group, with artists illustrating supplied stories.

Artist Ann Clow says her painting “Mirror of Hope” was inspired by a story/poem written by Dana Osmond.

"I was very fortune to have Renette Muise pose for the painting," she said.

"Mirror of Hope is powerful as it depicts a woman looking at herself, in a mirror before she lost her hair to cancer treatments. I added her wearing the pink ribbon pendant and daffodils in the foreground, both symbolizing cancer," she said.

 

Note cards with the art and the writing will be sold at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia Western Branch as a fundraiser for the  Yarmouth County Museum, with a percentage from sales going to the Museum. Clow will is donating the proceeds of the sale of her  painting  to Gilles Boudreau and Friends Cancer Help Fund which  supplies travel assistance to Yarmouth Country residences traveling  outside the south west health district for cancer care.

 

Below is the story for the art:

 

 

Private Revolution by Dana Osmond

 

Joline stood naked at the mirror. Droplets from her hair hit her shoulders and ran down her breast.

She looked terrible and she knew it. No sleep for weeks, circles under the eyes, no makeup to mask her defeat. What remained was her hair.

She began to tremble.

How many times in 42 years had she heard, “Such beautiful hair!”, “Don’t EVER cut it!”, “Oh, it’s so soft and healthy-looking.” It felt like a lie, like something she was hiding behind.

Suddenly overcome with rage, she reached for the scissors in the vanity and, in the next moment, had a fistful of golden brown tresses in her hand and a bald spot on her scalp. Joline watched hair tumble from her open hand into the sink. She closed her eyes then snipped and cut around a bumpy, scar-filled terrain, an undiscovered country, until the sink was full and her head cold and bare.

She lay the scissors down and exhaled, slowly.

In the mirror, still steamy from the hot shower, she wrote, “You look beautiful.” Then, raised her phone and snapped a picture. It felt important.

Joline wiped the mirror clean, swallowed hard and assessed her reflection. One lovely firm breast on the left, a jagged scar on the right. The shorn head of a warrior.

Today, she thought, is the beginning, not the end.