I realized that I am painting from words now. I used to use photos. 
Immigrants
I am not in favor of adding cruelty to hardship, like the present administration. A plan would be nice. This woman and many like her are fleeing horrible conditions, whether political or environmental.
Bad advice
Well wishers have lots of advice about my chronic illness. “If You Just…” Duh! Don’t you think I’ve tried all of those things? Chronic may mean that it never goes away. So I deal with my fears and frustrations in this painting.
Jungle Folly
We redid the floor in our bathroom. The garden tub was never used, so I’m making it into a Jungle Folly. Lots of LED lights. If this winter is as dark and wet as summer and spring, we’re going to need a little jungle time.
Painting with gravity
I do not think about it, but since I paint on an easel, my work is affected by gravity, drips and washes that roll downhill. It’s a painting with a force not usually paid attention to. Even after the whiplash nonsense going on in the world, the gravity will still be tugging along.
Gravity
There are so many forces working on or against us. I started this painting on the ground, to defy the force of gravity. But my knees didn’t like the bending and leaning. So it’s back on the easel. This is an early stage.
Mass Shooting Shame
The flags have been at half staff for most of this year. It’s an unusual day to see them waving proudly.
Not The GOP of my Father
Buzzards.
Electronic Trees
Acrylic on translucent Yupo. Looks good attached to a window.
Re-emergence
My life feels like a broke ass ladder, emerging from the goo, one more time. Surely beats being stuck in the goo.