Furious Fiction | Transgressive Thursday

Artist, Tortured Soul

Express yourself

Centered on the canvas against a black background, a single fern bleeds from its leaves. I don’t know what it means, but it reminds me of a recent dream I had about my grandmother.

A fit middle-aged woman approaches. “Are you familiar with Lynch’s work?”

“You could say that,” I answer.

Familiar with his work, yes. Though, this is the first time I’m seeing his art. It fills me with both elation and dread.

My partner addresses the woman, “Are you the gallery owner?”

“I am,” she says. “Gwen Brady at your service. What can I do for you?”

“Detective Bluto,” he says, flashing his badge. “And this is my partner, Detective Crabtree.”

I show my ID without taking my eyes off the painting.

“We’re hoping you can tell us a little about Mason Lynch,” Bluto says.

She smiles. “Mr. Lynch is a sensitive soul, an environmental activist, and a lover of nature. The mutilated plant motif repeated throughout this collection symbolizes mankind’s ignorance of the pain we inflict on the world.”