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Phoebe Evans

Title of Work:     Looking Into Darkness Medium:            Acrylic Date Created:    August, 2008 I am standing on the shore. The sun is strangely muted, antique gold. A huge wave rears up, a lurid green. It rises until it is right before my face. The sad yellow light on the slimy green of the wave glistens with a rather beautiful effect, I think. But looking down the tube it seems very dark down there and a long, long way down.

Title: The Nervous Tea Party Medium: Acrylic Created: May 2009 I am at a party in someone’s penthouse. There is a large baboon there who makes me rather nervous. It seems I have good reason; later he tries to strangle me. But eventually we become friends, he really is quite a nice baboon.

Title: Tornado Goddess Medium: Acrylic Created: October 2009 I stand on a plain surrounded by chaos and carnage. An enormous black tornado reaching up to the sky approaches me from the North. As it approaches I realize it is accompanied by a huge and beautiful woman. She comes up very close to me, puts her face in mine-- she has magnificent large black eyes-- and says, "Come, it's time to go."

Title:        Black Goddess and Leaping Boy Medium:  Acrylic Created:  May 2009 I am an attendant in the Turkish Baths in a Mideastern city. The baths are gorgeously tiled; sapphire blue, ruby red, emerald green and metallic gold. A fascinating entourage arrives: A small golden boy, pale and frail, his attendant-- a hugely and beautifully fat woman with skin as black as an inner tube-- and many others. He is a special child, A Chosen. Soon all the servants are jumping up and down in the water, bouncing, bouncing, as the boy leaps about, practically flying. The beautiful black woman confides to me, “We are so glad your seaweed treatment has helped his ankles so much!”

Title:        Flying With Foggy Medium:  Acrylic Created:  July 2009 I am in an antique store after hours, having snuck in to rob the place. I am particularly interested in a green antique kitchen stove, but there is no way I can get it through the little door I came in. There are a great many cats about. Suddenly I fly up to the ceiling, smash through the glass of the atrium and fly over the ocean. My cat Foggy flies along by my side, the look of nonchalant hauteur on her face as she flies is hilarious. Someday I must go back for that stove…

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