Painting as I see it.
Even being in the middle of it, the destruction is hard to believe. Gregg and I went for eight days without power, but we had food, water, and many godsends. Brandon Mitchell from Virginia and his buddy brought a truckload of supplies and a starlink. Brandon wandered into my studio, and really looked. Most people are off put. He liked this one, and we made a deal. THANKS to all of the volunteers helping us get through this.
This is about being blindsided.
Forrest and Gregg have helped me update my website. Check it out. My bad, no blog posts for too long. I have been working. Here are a few pieces that you may not have seen. Echoes Encore is 17″x108″. I have posted half here. Next is photo of me with work in progress. Verdant is 46″x54″. Spring and summer garden.
I am struggling with not being able to open things. Not just jars and tubes of paint. Yet, I find a way. This canvas was painted flat, on a ping pong table, not stretched and upright on an easel. There are not as many drips, and I think the edges are fuzzy, because the paint oozed over the canvas.
Jill took a wonderful photo of Donna and Charlie. That is a portrait. This painting is a remembrance. Thank you, Jill.
Donna Livengood, our patron and Gregg’s mom, died on Dec. 20,2022. She was an avid bird watcher all of her life.
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. 
What the Hell Happened? I don’t need those pesky constitutional protections. Much.
My kids and husband don’t need it, but I still do some mothering.
