before you wear it. Good advice from the beginning of my making things. Whether they are respected or not, my work is from me, and not intended to wow anyone with its artsy-ness.

Painting as I see it.
before you wear it. Good advice from the beginning of my making things. Whether they are respected or not, my work is from me, and not intended to wow anyone with its artsy-ness.
Presidents facing impeachment, Trump and Clinton, thought that war in the Mid-East was a good way to distress and distract voters. I think it stinks!
The title may be a bit much, but I couldn’t think of another word. I hope this painting expresses my confusion and frustration.
I realized that I am painting from words now. I used to use photos.
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.
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.
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.
Buzzards.
Acrylic on translucent Yupo. Looks good attached to a window.
My life feels like a broke ass ladder, emerging from the goo, one more time. Surely beats being stuck in the goo.