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.
Breast tax
I pay a 23% Breast Tax, for a pre-existing condition. 
Drawing
I’m annoyed with the gridlock in D.C. They’ll bicker, and never get anything done. This figure represents a quote I heard from a young mother. She said “We’re okay as long as nothing bad happens.” How long can we walk a tightrope with no jobs and the Tea Party fanatically dismantling the social safety net?
balance
I can’t maintain a high degree of pissed offedness for long. It’s just not worth it. 