Fresco and fabric on paper
12" x 12"
inspired the poem
THE ONLY WAY UP IS DOWN
I am trying in nature to collide with
my spirit, to master my
egregiousness, to own what makes
me glow, to Let Liberated personality
LOOSE while pressed against river
of a MAD reality at war with the
I AM OVER IT
I am over the knowing,
the tipping of the hat, the casual
glances suggesting nothing but
contempt — freeze and follow with
fists emerge once more coherent
I am used to not getting my way. I
am used to subconscious on the
sleeve. Expression which betrays
my meaning and rises up from that
dark interior from which I have
attempted to excavate One Bloody
I am tired of being a contradiction. At
once freed and shackled. I am
oozing ecstatic ennui torn between
worlds, feeling Galaxies apart from
either place I am to call my home
My spirit aches
My soul aches…
You are wanting me to speak.
You are wanting me to say
something to easy steeped hours of
deep laughing and deep yawn.
Reclaim the chest.
I am holding on to hope
It is all I can do now. Hold on to hope
that I may find my place and
settle that I may be comfortable in
of who or what may resound and
harmonize with these frequencies
hell bent on compassion, hell bent
on creation. And in the shadows I’ll
linger softly until I find the light.
— © Faith Shakti Heyliger
Betsey Regan has exhibited extensively throughout the tri-state area for the last 40 years. Winner of many awards, residencies, and grants, she was bestowed the coveted NJ State Council of the Arts Fellowship. Her pieces may be found in scores of corporate and private collections. She has been working in three main themes since the late 70s: farm animals, the military, and female concerns. "Is there a connection?, says Regan, "Let the viewer tell me."