My neighbor's garden was adjacent but foreign, seen from the eyes of a quick 6-year-old sneak, darting from plant to plant, ducking and hugging bushes. At dusk, the fruit bats and fireflies came out. I remember rotting fruit and dark berries that burst with pigment between my fingers. Right next door but another world.
Scallions always got me into trouble. My mother, standing at the kitchen counter, stirring something on the stove, ground beef I think, leans down and kisses me on the cheek, I turn but she grabs my wrist and says, "did you go in the neighbor's garden?" me, "no." her, "let me smell your breath." me, hesitant but resigned, "huhhhhh." her "I told you not to eat the neighbor's onions!"
But I loved eating the onions.
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These pieces are all from my 2012 series, My Neighbor's Garden. They are all acrylic and ink on Yupo, 26x40". Please contact me for prices.