Painting as I see it.
The weather here has been too cold, snowy and wet to get to the studio much. I’m horrified what Texans have had to put up with. At least I expect cold weather here. And we are serviced by the Haywood EMC Co op.
So, I was able to do some painting today. This was started last year, but I thought it was not complex enough. Radio Signals.
2020 will smack many people with horrible medical debt, no matter if they are insured or not. Trying to deal with it is oh, so …bad. Harassing phone calls and threatening letters, but no solutions. Kill yourself? How do they think you can pay if you do that?
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.
I live in a rain forest, but nothing like a jungle in South America. Yet, I can see the devastation caused
by clearing the land. This is a new technique, using Keto dye on plywood, as well as paint and charcoal.
Do you wonder who is pulling strings? I am baffled.
Living in a rain forest, when all it does is rain, has it’s drawbacks. At least it isn’t snow.
I love to paint. It banishes all the crazies outside, and leaves me a little peace.
The pandemic has shown how much CO2 humans create in “normal” times. I don’t think closing the world will work, but there is room for improvement.
Not a new word to me. New to lots of others, along with pandemic.
I started this painting before the coronavirus pandemic. I have been fighting medical debt collectors for … forever. I can read a bill and know what my insurance covers. Providers are willing to work with you, except when they are wrong. They dig their heels in and hire debt collectors rather than admit that they pay coders minimum wage, and the make errors. Now with millions of Americans losing insurance along with their jobs, medical debt collections will be a growth industry.
