Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The burdens we carry

I have desperately tried to forget. I have done so in an effort to survive. But some things don't resolve themselves, as people so desperately want you to believe.

My [estranged] father is a chronic alcoholic and is killing himself while on a path to kill others. Withing the last year, he was arrested for the #th (?) time for a DUI, and finally, FINALLY, after losing dozens of jobs over the last 30 years, been reported to the board to have his Pharmaceutical License suspended-- indefinitely. Yes, that's right, he filled your family's prescriptions. In addition, he had lost several jobs before that, was evicted, totaled a car, and completely isolated himself from everyone meaningful in his life, something he has been working as for 40 years. Despite the fact that my father is he most arrogant and pathetic person I have ever come across, everyone in my family who can afford to pay for his rehab is refusing to. I don't know if it would even make a difference, but I still feel I need to try to find an affordable program. This is a miserable situation to be in as a family member of an addict: your hands are tied, and you feel like it is your fault/responsibility, yet you have to sit back and watch the train wreck--and this can be LITERAL.

It was how my aunt was killed. She was drunk and tried to beat a train over the tracks- She was killed instantly. She was young, in grad school, her whole life ahead of her, as they say. This little story is amongst the dozens of stories of my family members who have had thier lives somehow sabatoged by alcoholism and fallen victim to their own personalities.
The reality is my father may not even do as he is required to maintain his only contribution to society- his employment. In all other areas of life, he greatly lacks any purpose. I fear that with this newest development, he will no longer have anything stopping him from complete obliteration of anything in his path.

For me, family is so important. It is not something I can just walk away from. This doesnt mean growing up e all sat around the dinner table and chatted about our hopes, dreams, desires, or even our day, but it is something innate. Not all people feel this way. I get comments all the time in reference to the fact I usually always answer my baby sister's calls (which often can be rather needy requests). This is not something that is negotiable: I am there for my family, no matter how crappy our relationships, pasts, and situations may be. Period.

My family is tiny and dysfunctional. Most people say that, and sometimes it is true, but mine are truly larger than life characters, as there are fewer characters filling the stage. This means each person fills a bigger role of importance. And part of this cast is my father. The man who wished I were a boy, and still does. The man who beat my mother as our tiny faces watched in horror. The man who paraded us around his girlfriends all disguised as ever growing adoration for us. The man who [insert horrid things, the list goes on]. That man. That man I cannot help but love and try to remember as the good father he occasionally showed us he was. He is the reason why I exist. He loves me. He is funny. He is smart. And he continues to break my heart every day. As grown as I am, as self-sufficient as I am, as loved as I am, as busy as I am, I cannot ever escape the destructive power of his situation, and by circumstance, my situation.

People have told me, "you just have to move and live you life in order to survive" or "you've done all you can do" or "he can't be helped unless he wants help" and other similar statements of resolve and encouragement. Well, I speak from experience and say: That does not work. You can do as stated above, but every day, little moments are stolen by the fleeting massacre going on in your mind, in your heart and worst of all, your conscience. Logic does not conquer emotion. In 'rock, paper, scissors,' emotion is the scissors that cut right through that paper, logic. Its useless.

One must learn to live with the reality. I will survive. It is those moments stolen from me by my father that won't.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

"Listen with your Eyes" @ Solstice Cafe 8/7 Opening


"Listen with your Eyes", originally uploaded by RobinGillis.

Thanks all who came out to support us! Sold one both pieces. It was either my talent or my sob story that I need another car...hmm... Probably the latter, but I'll pretend the former.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

SAAM Jean Shin Exhibit


SAAM Jean Shin Exhibit, originally uploaded by Mr. T in DC.

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Caution: artist working


Caution: artist working, originally uploaded by RobinGillis.

Just me working on some recent paintings. I am attempting to make myself ambidextrous by using my left hand. Results inconclusive.

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Tuesday, August 04, 2009

"Listen with your Eyes" @ Solstice Cafe



"Listen with your Eyes" Art Show @ Solstice Cafe in Grant Park!

Opening Friday August 7th 7pm-9pm

Featuring AWESOME local artists, including myself and fellow (perhaps) love project artists Jonathan Chang (seen left) and Eric White!

Come check out these down to earth folk, and have a drink with us!

562 Boulevard SE, Atlanta, GA, 30312

More info on the (perhaps) love project @:
"(perhaps) love project"

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Updated in-progress shots

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Special thanks to Solstice Cafe and Erin Palovick for facilitating this event!

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