REQUIEM FETAL oil on canvas 20x24 inches

naked and curled up, trying to contain self within cramped arm space.  The world becomes too big and controlling. Self is hoping to go back when the life was easy, tube connected to mother.

THE LOST HALO, oil on canvas 22x18 inches

REALITY/ART/REALITY: turning mental trauma into an oil on canvas piece into a painful mnemonic

BETSY acrylic on canvas 16x14 inches

for a friend who loves horses :)

because there is a certain satisfaction in making someone happy...satisfying oneself is selfish move as well...should all good deeds be self sacrificing?

RELIS oil on canvas 24x18inches

bottled up anger has no room. rage spread thin is cancer. Everyone needs a moment to let go, decibels up and tonsils flared up. bottled up means shrapnel to the innocent when it explodes. Shouting is like a carbonated drink, releasing pressure, relis the wrong with a tone.

BOPIS oil on canvas 26 x 22 inches

The world would be a bearable place live in if we all stop feeling. I say rip out the heart and be indifferent. No highs and lows just pink-flushed robots in motion. There will be no pain...do we really need smiles?

EDNA's FIRST SNOW acrylic on canvas 18x18 inches

EDNA's taste of first snow was in Bitburg, De.Cold and white like death. All so grown up in her winter clothes of red, hiding the blood from her painful bout with snowflakes. She loved the white death and the red pain.

EDNA UNDERWATER acrylic on canvas 18x24 inches

She took norvasc and went underwater. It was a scary scary infinite cold blue world, until the jacks barreled her, a stealthy barracuda blocked her way and nudibranch cling on her fingers. Anemone rocks, icky to touch. For a purpose-free life Edna has, this is as good as it gets; as long as she stops being afraid of breathing.