Lying Awake. First Night

 

Herlinde Spahr

  1952 - PRESENT (biography)

2010  

Lithograph with hand coloring 

22 x 16 3/4" image 

pencil, lower right 

11 of 20  

Poem within image is written in verso: "Harvest me When I'm dead, or dying, Harvest me. Like a peasant That pick the tubers From a dry patch of land. Plunder me and give me to the poor To the drunks and the addicts the liver, the kidneys. Pee 

Lying Awake, Herlinde Spahr, illustrated p, 17 and dust jacket 

Rives BFK Buff 

Published 

Lithium Press 

HESP112 

$750.00 

"These works evoke the territory of the imagination, when thought is submerged and rendered helpless. Surrounded by darkness and silence, the outside world peels away and vision originates from within. Logic and reason become scaffolding. It is soothing to draw on solid stone when trying to capture such a nebulous realm." -Artist statement "Harvest me When I'm dead, or dying, Harvest me. Like a peasant That pick the tubers From a dry patch of land. Plunder me and give me to the poor To the drunks and the addicts the liver, the kidneys. Peel back the skin and gather the tissues. Scoop out my heart And collect all my bones. The lame will be walking, The blind will see. But don't touch my soul Promise you won't touch my soul. I want it set free, released from its tethers. By the time that I am dead or dying My soul we be ready for flight." Herlinde Spahr