"Ed was the Denmother", he said with his eyes seeming to search backward, looking wistfully into his memory. "He fed us, and listened to us and made sure we were okay as we created the thing". "We couldn't have done it without him", "he made South by Southwest really."
2018, Oil on canvas, 40 x 30 in
"We soaked cardboard halos with whiskey to confuse things. We'd light them on fire if sign of death or rescue became imminent," he said as tears streaked his charred face revealing pink skin in rivulet stripes. "She had an endless supply it seemed," he chuckled. "It gave us drink, hope, comfort and she fueled it all in the end. Lioness of god they said her name meant, I do believe that to be true."
2007, Oil on canvas, mixed media, 18 x 24 x 3 in
"The bracken surged against the still water. It raged and roiled against the solid blue waves violent and determined. The water lay blue gray and silent, stiffly immovable puffs of pastel cotton candy emanated from it's depths. Far away but close enough to pluck off a piece and chew. It tasted like everything. It was the afternoon a goose bit my ring finger when I was three walking along the shores of Stamford , CT with my Grandfather. He was as a salesman then, his suit drab and brown traveling with a suitcase all grey and cheeks pink and hollows blue with stars in his eyes�.just like this sky...his hairline fading fluff perched atop what would soon break for the sun.
2020, Oil on canvas, 12 x 16 in
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I am the daughter of neuroscientist Dr. Vincent Cassone and musician Ms. Cyd Cassone with ancillary step parents Ms. Cecillia Circle, Dr. Lynne Cassone, and Mr. Frederick Washington. I was born in Eugene, Oregon and grew up in Darien CT, Long Island NY, Bundoora Australia, College Station TX and Austin TX. I moved to Hyde Park in 1998 and that is where my studio and home are currently located. While I've ventured south a few times, this has predominantly been my home for over 20 years. I live with my partner in crime Alexander Curtis Roysdon from Bethlehem PA and my Shih Tzu. Ducky. In 1990, for my 10th birthday, my father taught me how to paint with the set of oil paints he and my mother had gotten me as a gift. It has been my appendage ever since. In 2007 I briefly worked for the New York Times as an authors assistant and was introduced to SXSW founder and former editor of "The Chronicle" Lewis Black for an interview. He took me under his wing as my mentor, and I began my journey as burgeoning writer. It is from my writing that I draw inspiration for my art.
We are infinitely arriving at what we will one day become. It is a statement that describes our entire lives up to each moment as it stands, this is a record of the making of mine. As "the observer" you create this as art in the action of viewing it. Your perception of my inception is unique and only exists as you behold it. Now intertwined, our lives are the cumulative arrangement of our tandem experience. Welcome to our becoming.