“Lord Have Mercy” contemporary figurative painting
I stare at the television after the hurricane. Lord have mercy, my heart is breaking.
There was a city, a real city, Catholic, Caribbean, tropical, multi-racial, French, festive, exotic, artistic. It was crumbling, old and beautiful. It was everything my life in rural Mississippi wasn’t. For me, there may be no more jazz. Now when I remember New Orleans, there is only the hurt and the sadness. There is only the emptiness and the Delta Blues.