© 2010 Gregory MacAvoy

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Fire Flight

30 x 44 inches.
Oil, ink and oil and chalk pastels on paper.

We chose our own fathers who art in heaven, hallow be thy name.
“Would any one preferred Henry Kissinger to Whitman?” she asked, “I heard they were both cross dressers.”
You couldn’t even laugh it was so thin in there. The lights went down, the flashes started and she was off, like a goddess transformed, the word became flesh. Off into the night armed with childish arrogance, ignorant of the wisdom she would achieve. A natural and fast learner.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

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