Molly Kennedy:

Visually impaired artist and Alabama native, Molly Kennedy now lives and works in Portland. Ms. Kennedy works with Portland area schools to teach children the healing power of art. In her spare time, she writes, paints, and sings. Molly is a founding member of O.M.A.R., an artists’ collective in NE Portland.

Proceeds of all sales go directly to the artist. Click on an image below for more information.

Cloaked Woman with Child
Oil on Canvas
18” x 24”
Molly Kennedy  2005
$225.00

Journal Entry--Early Summer 2006

Camping--Oswald Beach, Oregon

Truly a dream, this place! Ancient forest by the sea. I painted, seated on a pile of driftwood watching surfers and seals. It seems to be a woman and child rising up out of the waves, in the colors I like this year. A banjo-playing neurosurgeon sits behind me for awhile, playing songs from the Great Depression.

I leave the painting out in the rain, but in the morning it shows up as texture raindrops frozen in paint. I spend the day working next to the fire. A helicopter rescues two hikers who got caught on the cliffs by the tide. No sign of the banjo man, but a very old woman offers me homemade wine. I hear a maiden screaming up on the rock, but when I stand up to see there is only the wind.

Confetti
Oil on Canvas
24” x 24”
Molly Kennedy  2005
$200.00

Journal Entry--Portland, Winter 2006

Too wet, too long, too winter today.
It has been raining since Sunday. Grey is the color--the weight--the mood on the street, but Jeni is here, cheeks ripe like a sun-kissed peach next to the wood stove packed with sweet cedar. We drink pots of tea and i paint bright-colored bubbles while she reads from "Art and Physics."

The painting makes me bubble, pop, shimmy.

The fire makes me warm.

The book makes me dizzy.

Sacred Heart
Oil on Canvas
18” x 18”
Molly Kennedy  2005
$250.00

Journal Entry--Spring 2006

Cool Johnny D. came by today to talk about breaking hearts and mending art. We eat blackberries off the bush and a young hawk lands in the apple tree. I say, "I wish I could see like the bird sees." Johnny just stands still in the sun. Later, when painting, the hawk appeared in the canvas in purple surrounded by doves--Angels came too--they always do.

Maybe I see like the bird tonight.