My Odyssey
36″ x 34″ oil/canvas
East of Eden
A Poem by Marcia Bushnell
We learned the hard way that East of Eden lay a vast land of choices of impossible nuance, adventures of transformation, joy and grief past bearing. And the genes said: “Go questing.” “Now nest.” “Mine and yours.” “I want.” “I need.” “I love.” “I hate.” And always: “Are you my enemy?” So, after the day, and under the stars, there were stories of myth and imagination to answer the why? To prove you were my enemy. Stories of giant thoughts and mighty deeds defining who we were becoming. It has been a strange journey. The land we now inhabit and the stories are not the same as we remember, and surely not the ones that comforted in Eden. Only the stars seem familiar.