The Hands Resist Him
If you wish to use 'The Hands Resist Him' image for reprint or digital media purposes, you must receive written permission from Darren K O'Neill, the copyright owner.
Resistance at the Threshold, 2004
The sequels (and a prequel)
Commissioned by private collectors, the 1st and 2nd paintings depict the boy and the doll as having progressed: the doll into a real girl, the boy into an old man. The most recent sequel - or prequel, in this case - depicts the artist as a boy with the original painting's characters viewed from behind the glass door.
Threshold of Revelation, 2012
The Hands Invent Him, 2017
Where to begin? Well I've always had a connection to what Carl Jung called the collective unconscious. I think we all do. Artists - especially visual artists - are barometers for the currents that run through this collective. Dreams are a common experience people may have with this. Anyway, my own experience is a sensitivity to place – physical, geographical place. There are memories, echoes of all the life within a place. Maybe it's what's called channeling. When I painted the Hands Resist Him in 1972, I used an old photo of myself at age five in a Chicago apartment. The hands are the 'other lives.' The glass door, that thin veil between waking and dreaming. The girl/doll is the imagined companion, or guide through this realm.
Both the owner of the Gallery where 'Hands' was displayed and the Los Angeles Times art critic who reviewed my show were dead within a year of the show. I'm sure it was coincidence, but some of what I paint resonates in other people, opening the inner door. Or basement. By the way, I still have no idea what happened to the character actor who bought the painting at the show (editor note: it was John Marley, who died in 1984), or how it ended up abandoned in a building, though I could speculate. - Bill
The story can be found at many web locations, just search for 'ebay haunted painting.'
These are our favorites:
The Daily Dot story, by Fernando Alfonso III (well written and accurate)
(that inspired the painting)
He is of the seeing visions
His strokes reveal them
In a rush- of color, of madness
And his head is the highest center
It must confront its enemy,
The hands- resist him,
like the secret of his birth.
His presence is the sanctum heartbeat
Felt in darkness and in passion
Its sound the sole gift to that silence.
- R. Ponseti, 1971
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book by D.K. O'Neill?
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