That dog in the window
A fluff of white
Watching; waiting
They're gone!
Where's the chocolate.
Pastel, 8x10.
Genre paintings by Johanna Bohoy
No runway to speak of.
No zoom; no masks.
No hosts to boast.
Big shoulders.
With wings of freedom.
Mixed media, 10x8.
In Bermuda there was beautiful young schoolgirl on a bus dressed in brights that matched the houses and flowers that whizzed by. I did not see that she was black. I saw a colorful child that I needed to paint.
When I had my very first job as a teen painting signs in Corning, New York I saw a hilarious man that I respected who was my first boss. I did not see that he was black.
When I hired a photographer at my first design job in Boston I saw a talented, wonderful man who took the creative photos that I needed. I did not see that he was black.
It wasn’t even a thought in my head each time. NOT THOUGHT.
What is wrong with those in our world that don’t see a person as a person.
We are all ornaments on the tree of life.
Celebrate this diversitree.
Pastel, 9x12.
Our good earth bestows a gift each fall.
From its watery bogs pop plumb ruby red jewels, if sweetened, grace our tables of Thanksgiving. Cranberries.
Like 2020 they are bitter, but can be sweet.
Pastel, 17x11
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| "Halloween House, 2007" |
Moonlit night,
a scarey sight,
glimmer of light,
a dose of fright–
Who dares to knock?