We had a workshop last March to decorate hats for our Ladies Tea. This isn’t a portrait of the woman wearing the hat, it’s a painting of a woman wearing a hat.
Hats
The Fine Ladies “made” their hats for an afternoon tea. This is a painting, not a portrait of a lady or a hat. I’m still struggling with acrylics. Here’s a chapter of that struggle.
Crumpled grid
Superstorm Sandy knocked out one quarter of the power grid and communications. I’ve been working on the idea of Modern Muses on these round pieces. Maybe this is the throw down between Mother Nature and Calliope, the Muse of Communication.
Schism
My sons who were best friends growing up are not talking. Women, I hate to say, have caused the schism. Gregg and I are going to wait until they figure it out. It’s not my FAULT. I feel like there is an axe between my eyes.
My boys are friends.
Here’s the painting I did a long time ago. Yesterday someone posted the original photo.
NoHa is over
I just got back into my blog. Something had hijacked it, but Forrest fixed it. I picked up my work from Gallery 86 Sunday. I wish I’d sold something, but it was a creative body of work. I used a lot more collage than ever before. I was let down, but I will go back to the Muses. I threw in a self portrait.
Thre 
I must be nuts.
Fines Creek Bluegrass Jam is Aug. 24 &25. Then I’m part of a group show, NoHa, that we start installing Aug. 27. Opening is Sept. 7. It is exciting being an artist. No 9-5 or regular paycheck!
Color addict
I’ve been doing a different kind of work with the Modern Muses. They are more assemblage. I needed a color fix!.
Breast tax
I pay a 23% Breast Tax, for a pre-existing condition. 
I’ll try to post.
I post on two computers, laptop and desktop, and WordPress is NOT HAPPY. Or I have a scummy virus, thanks A…holes. Anyway, the Gorgon may lose her post it notes. They were entirely toooo cheerful.