My kids and husband don’t need it, but I still do some mothering.
Mothering
She Persisted
This has been a hell of a year. This is a self portrait, using wood dyes, on paper. The lose of control with the dyes mirrors my frustration.
Re-emergence
My life feels like a broke ass ladder, emerging from the goo, one more time. Surely beats being stuck in the goo.
Re-emergence continues
Trying to capture or glimpse a bit of my life, which took an unpleasant turn this week. I removed the block at the top of the ladder, and added more bent rungs. The fog is still too blue, I think. I have found Zinc White is more subtle than Titanium. But do I need subtle, or bold?
Feel the Breath
I’m learning meditation. I have seen benefits, but I still have a long way to go!
XSPen
This is a self portrait on an experimental ground. I added bits of charcoal. I was annoyed with the lack of maintenance on the building that my studio is in. Thank goodness, the toiIets work again. I
think this is a pretty accurate description of my frustration.
More paint is better
This is a large canvas, 46″x54″. I keep working on it. Reemergence… Forrest doesn’t think it’s a word, but they make things up in crosswords, so I can too. My new agenda for judging a work of art is an acronym that I picked up. ICU for intensity, complexity and unity. 
Disruption
I identified with the testimony of Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. She said it disrupted her life for years. This is about my personal disruption.
Other extreme
495000 was the count after everything they threw at me in the hospital, early this month. Up from 6000 platelets. Norm is 300000. Blood, we’re working on it. Painting is good!
Still wondering
What is going on?
Three more faces.