The Laurel of Asheville is having a contest of artists repurposing their magazine. I did the line work by dripping enamel. The picture of the eye was perfect. The lips are the top of a Valentine, from their Feb. issue.
A square muse
Most of the Modern Muse series have been on round pieces of plywood. This one, unnamed at this time, snuck in. The squares refer to QR codes.
Human refinements on Nature
I continue exploring what impact humans have over nature. This flower was made of dripped enamel, blue, then collage and drawing elements added. I could copyright it, patent it, and claim that I made a better flower. International agro businesses do it every day.
New Improved Blue Flowers
I’m doing a series that comment on genetically modified or other human messing with nature. The flowers are dripped lines of blue enamel. Other enhancements such as collage and color are showing up. So far these are on cardstock, so are 8 1/2 x 11.
Hat from Ladies Tea
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.
another drawing
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.
Halloween horror
We got between 12″ and 14″ of snow, from the storm that hit W.Va. But the town nearest us, just got a dusting. A neighbor at a higher elev. got 22″. Our tractor won’t move, even with chains on. Thank goodness the sun came out. Tomorrow Gregg has to go to work, even if he has to walk the 1/2 mile to the road. He walked up Mon. night at midnight. I’m not complaining, but life in 
the 47% is hard.