Painting as I see it.
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.
What the Hell Happened? I don’t need those pesky constitutional protections. Much.
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?
Do you wonder who is pulling strings? I am baffled.
I have a file on my website that follows the changes to this painting. I have’nt updated it yet, but this seemed relevant.
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.
22 million Americans unemployed, and now without health insurance. It’s going to get uglier than this painting!
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.
