This started as a lioness. Is she wrong to raise feral children?

Painting as I see it.
This started as a lioness. Is she wrong to raise feral children?
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.
22 million Americans unemployed, and now without health insurance. It’s going to get uglier than this painting!
When I began this painting, I thought the wealthy would skate thru this pandemic, with barely a blip on their radar. The left side was airier. As each day progresses, I see that there may be a divide between the rich and the poor, but no one is escaping the effects of this disease. I’ve made progress, but the painting is not nearly alarming enough.
Not really quarantined, but focusing on the studio. And we are going to repaint the living room. I’m posting three paintings today. I paint in tandem. You may the same hue go from piece to piece. I have several going, so that when the news and crazies are too much to take, I don’t have to BEGIN a painting, I can jump in and submerge myself. CO2 has gone from being a pretty little thing, to a person haunted by the effects of CO2 on the environment. No Spleen Quarantine harks back to my Talisman series. The rainhat is the talisman. My spleen was removed in 2016. Didn’t do a thing for my ITP, but now places me smack in the middle of those with compromised immune systems. Antigens are what is destroying my platelets, and virus and pandemic is evident.
I plan to stay very busy in my studio to avoid the coronavirus. The idea of naming this CO2 came out of the blue, or not blue if smog is high. But it was a vapid little painting. Some bold additions have helped.
A beautiful day, and everyone is scared of the coronavirus. My studio is isolated, so I began this painting. Antigens play havoc with my immune system in the best of times. Add pandemic and virus, divide into have’s and have-nots, and this is the beginning of a painting. The canvas is 41″ x 54″.
My experience has been the insurance company or hospital screwed up the coding on my medical debts. I pay those that seem correct, but who the hell can tell. They sic a MDC on me until I prove them wrong. Harrassment, intimidation, threats, and towers of paper work.
You are smug that you have no medical debts and have never been hounded by a medical debt collector. Must be nice. Cyclops is the head of the MDC, a larger painting I will be posting. This one may seem cartoonish, but I wouldn’t enjoy a painting that is as awful as these people!