Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep.
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die; to sleep
To sleep? Perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Hamlet
Act II, scene 1
56-70
Mixed media collage
be the solution he is looking for. Sometimes earlier
in my life, the pain got to be so bad that I believed
that the only way to escape was to kill myself. I
thought that death might be the
solution I was looking for.
I was young and I didn't know any
other way to escape.
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This is a photo of me at about age two and my doll, Toodle Baby. I don't know why I called it that, if I had to guess, I
would say that it's the name my father gave the doll and like a lot of the things my father did or said, once he did it, it
stuck. The red is burnt ochre powder that you mixed with water. The chessboard is copies of the same picture, copied
smaller and glued onto a 2x2 foot piece of plywood.