Painting as I see it.
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.
I saw the work of an artist named Josh Smith. He painted letters. I’ve adopted some ideas.
Rainy, and glum. Sunshine would be appreciated.
A beautiful day, and everyone is scared of the coronavirus. My studio is isolated, so I began this painting. Antigens play havoc with my immune system in the best of times. Add pandemic and virus, divide into have’s and have-nots, and this is the beginning of a painting. The canvas is 41″ x 54″.
My experience has been the insurance company or hospital screwed up the coding on my medical debts. I pay those that seem correct, but who the hell can tell. They sic a MDC on me until I prove them wrong. Harrassment, intimidation, threats, and towers of paper work.
You are smug that you have no medical debts and have never been hounded by a medical debt collector. Must be nice. Cyclops is the head of the MDC, a larger painting I will be posting. This one may seem cartoonish, but I wouldn’t enjoy a painting that is as awful as these people!
We were snowed in the other day and made this new feature on my website. I take photos as I paint. We gathered a few and made a few slide shows. There is no text or voice over. The idea is to share with you the stomping around I do to make my art. The installation Chemo Today was the beginning of me taking myself seriously as an artist. Fleeing is about refugees of war, famine and fire. If You Just is about all the advice people have given me as I deal with ITP.
Insurance companies and hospitals are so busy playing one-up games with each other that they use debt collectors to “win”. Just like mob leg-breakers, medical debt collectors use intimidation and lies. Like the big bad wolf they huff and puff until you can find someone to be on your side and make one of the big boys back down. Health care for profit is ….. wrong.
before you wear it. Good advice from the beginning of my making things. Whether they are respected or not, my work is from me, and not intended to wow anyone with its artsy-ness.
I have a chronic immune disorder. No one sees me when I’m really ill, so they assume I’m making it up, to escape responsibility. Today was the first time in a year that I didn’t have an injection. Due to holidays, we put it off until Monday. Then back to a weekly regimen of blood test and injection. This painting chronicles some of my frustration with the phrase “if you just…” It’s been six and a half years. Don’t you think I’ve tried it, maybe twice?
The title may be a bit much, but I couldn’t think of another word. I hope this painting expresses my confusion and frustration.
