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Oil on Canvas, 24 X 32 in, Sept 2008
 
An imperfect portrait of two students.  I'd like to say that I painted them so that they looked unlike the actual students on purpose, in order to protect their anonymity.  In fact, why don' t I?  It was on purpose! totally on purpose, that these guys are not nearly as beautiful as they are in life.  Beauty is hard to capture, in any event.
 
 
There's a load of foolishness out there, that I hope has become thoroughly taboo - that suggests that people who are "within the spectrum" are aloof and have no emotional attachments.  I have worked with students who have hardly any language, and only a spare cupboard of classic social structures to reluctantly pick from when interacting with others - but to suggest that a lack of standardized social paradigms equals a lack of emotion is pure hogwash.  Anyone spending a moment of time with these souls quickly learns there is a fatholmessness to the richness of their every experience and feeling. 
 
I put the quote below because I think that poem is an argument in favor of those who can feel and love without the limitations of social structures and without words. I honor these people and the rich manner in which they can experience life. And, furthermore, these two are a bit of a love story... it just seems to fit. 
 
 
since feeling is first by e.e. cummings
 
 
"since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis
"