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.
This painting has “simmered” a long time. The horse might sing is a tale of hope and possibilities. The double row of teeth on the right side show some of the obstacles! The canvas is 4 feet by 5 feet. 
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?
22 million Americans unemployed, and now without health insurance. It’s going to get uglier than this painting!
The flags have been at half staff for most of this year. It’s an unusual day to see them waving proudly.
This idea started as a protest of separating children from their families, as a law enforcement tool. But there is a giant Balsam fir in the middle, the kind that are dying out in WNC. So your guess is as good as mine. It is a painting not a representation.
When I saw Storm’s Coming this morning, it was thin. Not enough paint. So here’s some more. It is about environmental and political problems, not a religious thing.
This hummingbird was not successful.
My sons, who were very close growing up, do not speak. It breaks my heart. I have done a series of paintings, of eyes, whether going in or out of my soul, I cannot say. Vacancy where there was love?
Here’s one with a detail.