Two canvases, a self portrait of us, not all parents.

Painting as I see it.
Two canvases, a self portrait of us, not all parents.
Jill took a wonderful photo of Donna and Charlie. That is a portrait. This painting is a remembrance. Thank you, Jill.
On June 7, I posted a drawing for this painting. I grew up in San Antonio, which is just down the road from Uvalde. There is no way to make sense of mass shootings, which are now the norm. The pink blocks stand for the families of the victims.
The assault in Uvalde …no words.
What the Hell Happened? I don’t need those pesky constitutional protections. Much.
This started as a lioness. Is she wrong to raise feral children?
We are using this time to repaint our living room. We are putting light color over dark. We will be moving the sculpture by Dave Munson next to get around the corner.
Forrest and Jen are having their wedding ceremony/ celebration today. They got married at the courthouse Thur. Now they have the same wedding anniv. as her parents, and Gregg and I, July 11. He celebrated my BD by making salsa for the rehearsal dinner at my house. No one in history has ever seen a serious pic of Forrest!