35 Claver Place

acrylic on canvas

An Appreciation Of And Tribute To The Paintings Of Nina (Ny-na) McCune

America you are beautiful, when you are beautiful and your heart opens and you spill out a daughter from your heart and your land, when your immigrants make a great cocktail and the heart-land and behold, mira, mira, a miracle woman goes froth from the mainland and dwells with us here in Brooklyn, among the outlandish and mira, mira, the Sun has moved from West to East to dwell radiantly among us here miraculously following Nina McCune who has left Grandfathers pinned in the mud under tractors and the tall Paul Bunyons standing silently on the snowswept steppes and the highways full of Wendys, she came with the daughter named GoGolo Superhero whom she in the night had wrested away from Zeus and she left a trail of songs she wrote and music she played and hearts fulfilled and hearts that were broken and she made herself be a Sociologist and a Linguist and she went to the Old World to find knowledge to bring it back and give unto others knowledge. Nina McCune became an E-D-U-C-A-T-O-R to freely give to others that knowledge and Nina McCune became a writer to speak much to the many, and then this Renaissance wombman became a painter so as to speak to us with out words, Nina McCune as hot and as blazingly bright as the Burning Bush and Gogolo Superhero, passionate, compassionate, giving souls give unto us these images which speak no words, yet they say all of Beauty and Wombmanness and Joy and Pain and Color and Happy and Death and especially of Life and opposites and the Dynamo, and the dynamo which is Nina McCune. This I celebrate.

St. Samet 2005