I continue to wonder at the force of your spinning this story of daily abuse and abandonment into such a powerful story of resistance and survival. It’s like being inside a haunted kaleidoscope. Even when I know the source images — the damage your abandoning yet grasping mother inflicted on you and your siblings with her endless parade of men — I marvel at how your work continually reconfigures the parts, like a dark symphony of the same notes in different order. I am such a fan because your heart and your artist’s eye make even the hardest story unforgettable. Sending love and mad respect. Honored to witness your reckoning with the hell that made you fight so hard to survive it, and tell about it, ❤️
I sat in my car in my driveway and read this, raced along with your words, holding my breath as you spin, spun this story, this life — I love you, fierce Chris Rice.
I love the notion of you writing captions in your head and coming to a place when you could start to weave them together into a story. A perfect link out of your work for the paper, gathering images, and it says so much about carrying all those bits of trauma and memory with you all your life. Thank you for continuing to write.
I continue to wonder at the force of your spinning this story of daily abuse and abandonment into such a powerful story of resistance and survival. It’s like being inside a haunted kaleidoscope. Even when I know the source images — the damage your abandoning yet grasping mother inflicted on you and your siblings with her endless parade of men — I marvel at how your work continually reconfigures the parts, like a dark symphony of the same notes in different order. I am such a fan because your heart and your artist’s eye make even the hardest story unforgettable. Sending love and mad respect. Honored to witness your reckoning with the hell that made you fight so hard to survive it, and tell about it, ❤️
Thank you for your continued support of my dark symphony.
I sat in my car in my driveway and read this, raced along with your words, holding my breath as you spin, spun this story, this life — I love you, fierce Chris Rice.
I love you too.
Oh, dear one, this is hard to read. You have obviously made sense of it now, but you must have been terribly lonely.
Terribly lonely seems to be part of the job description for this writer. Thank you for continuing to read.
I love the notion of you writing captions in your head and coming to a place when you could start to weave them together into a story. A perfect link out of your work for the paper, gathering images, and it says so much about carrying all those bits of trauma and memory with you all your life. Thank you for continuing to write.
Thank you for this astute comment and for continuing to read.
Chris, you write with such power.
Thank you, Rebecca. Every post someone unsubscribes, so it's heartening to hear this from you.
The same happens to me. Can't take it personally, just keep going. Your story and your writing is so amazing. Don't lose heart.
Brilliant writer.
Thank you for reading and commenting Baby Sister.