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Even today, the thought of living in a condominium or gated community causes Rohl to shiver like a 4-year-old girl talking about kissing boys.Having grown up in Michigan and later Ohio, she’s very much a product of an artistic family, a clan of free thinkers and non-conformists.
Religion, politics, sex and death are all fair game for art and discussion.
Her thoughts on death: “A lot of things aren’t that dark when you really look at them.
Evil is one thing, but everything shouldn’t be put in a category.
Death is a part of life and it’s not that scary.
My father died in the front room,” she says, pointing toward the door.
Rohl’s father, Wesley Chiverton, died in 1996 at the age of 81 from emphysema.
Instead of putting him in a hospital where he’d live out his last months, Rohl kept her father home.
Nurses and doctors made house calls.
Wesley Chiverton died around 9 one night.
Rohl didn’t call for an ambulance or someone to pick up her father’s corps.
Instead, she did what came natural.
“I just wasn’t ready for the cremation people.
I had to have my night.”
Rohl bathed her father, dressed him in silk pajamas and placed him in a bed.
She spent the night collecting leaves from the yard, and later draped the foliage all over the bed and circled it with a pattern of candles.
Then, ...
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