#48 Posted on August 2, 201718 Comments

The Fear of Julia Haw
Oil on Canvas, Acrylic Montana Spray Paint
(This piece is available with price on request)
My greatest fear is somewhat hypothetical – It is if I were to be at the end of my life with regrets. This is rooted in the thought that a part of me had lived with fear – that I didn’t take a particular chance because I didn’t feel my work or my self was worth it. I positioned myself in the painting with arms out and face obscured, presenting myself as a sort of martyr. In reality, I try my damnedest never to live this way. The most dangerous place to be is resting in the idea that I “might not make it,” that it’s difficult for any artist to reach that top tier of success. In layman’s terms, fuck that. I am spending and will continue to spend my life shooting for the moon. What else is there?? I can only think of Langston Hugh’s poem “Harlem:”
“What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?”
For 120 days I will be posting a painting of mine, starting from 2006 and working forward in chronological manner.
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  1. One of my favorite paintings – and I’m NOT confining the judgment to your work, as worthy a context as it sets!

  2. “Fabulous,”(notice I’m changing my adjective ) besides the great value work on the body, the background is perfect.

  3. I just love hearing your thought process. This series is very close to my heart. Working in hospice for a decade made me so sure of our last days here. Our purpose the peace in passing on to a higher power. After see my father pass so suddenly at a…

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