Leonore Carrington is dead

She was just 20 years old when she eloped to Paris with Max Ernst, who left a wife for her. The following year, 1937, the Nazi's arrested Max. Fearing for her life, Leonora escaped France to Spain, but then she suffered several mental breakdowns and medically administered experimental drug horrors. Max eventually escaped the Nazi's with the help of Peggy Guggenheim (whom he then married).
Leonora was an accomplished surrealist painter. This painting is a parody of a portrait by Leonora of her Max. I like it for many reasons. When I painted it, I had no idea Leonora was dead.

Bad TV

Been married now 24 years! My husband moved out 11 months ago but is not agreeing to the separation. It's what my friend calls, "bad tv". Script goes something like this:
A:How much will you pay me to never see me again?
B:(Sigh)How much do you need?
A:What?
B:What is it you truly want?
A:How about everything you've got?

Swimming upstream

Found this in the archives yesterday and I am amazed at the language. It is a portrait of my husband bones and all. What is even more scary than the sweat rolling off his forehead and the lies emanating from his mouth, are the words: HOPE. Jeeze! They freak me out all hairy in the green sky!

16 x 12 inches acrylic on canvas board. Painted in 2002

Kylies' dad

The nest as an idea and a place to be.

Acrylic on canvas- 12 x 6 x 2 inches

THE EARLY YEARS

In one we had the whole world in front of us... and 5 years later we had our homestead.

Marriage in retrospect: Juggling act

Moving through the storage I have flipped through stacks of paintings made over the years and found most of them to be reflecting aspects of my marriage. While my mind and heart seem to conflict on this one, and my spouse and I trade insanely different memories of the same moments, my artwork has definitely captured some truth to where I stand. I think I will post a few of them.

This one was called My Marriage is a Juggling Act... and yet... I wonder about the ominous fish in the waters and the ability of my man to catch me. With the way my hair is painted I feel as though I am actually being thrown up into the space rather than down into his hands.

Love on wheels

8.5 x 8.5 inches.
Ah- memory of the year(s) between my first love Bobby and my husband Rick. I spent the time traveling up both coasts of the country...
First there was the pink Cadillac that responded to my thumb and brought me up the Californian coast. Then there was
Tedward. We rode his almost silent BMW from Boston to Montreal. Hmmm... where are those black leather pants?

Children and chickens all grow up

9 x 9 inches
Time overlaps itself... here my husband watches my son who is fascinated with a chick that is watched over by the hen. I like the idea of Time as a spiral instead of a straight line.