Photo of Cella taken by Jasper Wood
We come here to love and to learn.
Cella Coffin (My mother – photos to the left and below…)
My mother struggled through her life challenges and manic depression with poetry and writing as her constant companion and self-implemented mental health program. As a single working mother of three children, my mother was an “outsider” to the mainstream of society. Her poetry and her many forms of artistic expression captured my attention and imagination and taught me to cope with my own life challenges and sadness in a similar fashion. I was, after all, born on her birthday.
Her poetry and art inspired me over and over again, creating moments of magic and places of rescue. She painted over our kitchen walls, and filled our lives with poetry and art. I’m not sure if I would have become an artist if it weren’t for her – but I do know she inspires me over and over again. If I lack inspiration, I just dip into some of her poetry, or remember they way in which she venerated artists like Kenneth Patchen. There are a number of links on this website with references to her: