Painting as I see it.
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.
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.
I saw the work of an artist named Josh Smith. He painted letters. I’ve adopted some ideas.
Rainy, and glum. Sunshine would be appreciated.
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!
We were snowed in the other day and made this new feature on my website. I take photos as I paint. We gathered a few and made a few slide shows. There is no text or voice over. The idea is to share with you the stomping around I do to make my art. The installation Chemo Today was the beginning of me taking myself seriously as an artist. Fleeing is about refugees of war, famine and fire. If You Just is about all the advice people have given me as I deal with ITP.
It’s gloomy and I was trying for something not so gloomy. CO2 is necessary for plant growth, which generates oxygen for humans. Humans are generating too much CO2. Maybe the warm rainy weather is normal and not affected by human activity.
