To combine art scribbled in black ink, inked in with deep blue, crimson and yellow can be sobering. To add these art pieces as a collage over the face they affect was to show that Lupus is more than what you read on a blog. It’s more than the art…
Year: 2015
Everything – Fast forward
DECEMBER 27,2015. Times 32 on the multifunctional remote, flash blurred scenes for you. My eyes have processed them all, bit by bit, no translation of hue or tone lost to speed. I see. I hear. I can’t make it stop. Pulled plugs, short circuit, a hundred failed attempts to rewire….
A Month of Strings 1
This may look familiar. I’ve had it forever. “The Tin Man”. He also reminds me of a puppet on strings and the need for freedom. From what? From the things that wrap around pnd me. I feel tangled. I feel lost, pulled in several different directions, floating above unstable ground….
A Month of Strings 2
I’m still trying to come to terms with the health scare. I micromanaged every move for fear it would be my last. I thought about a journal I’ve lost touch with, a girl who wrote about the “indignity of death.” How is she? Where is she? I cleaned my room…
Some Things Aren’t Easy to Look At
 They just aren’t, some issues are so frightening that even in the line of the sun they are still pitch black, still frightening. When I painted this child, I did so with full knowledge that she may not sell. I have a problem though, I can’t paint gentle art if…
The Hide and A Little While Longer
I look at the drawing called “The Hide” and question how much I should reveal concerning it’s symbolism. I’m sure if viewed long enough it will interpret itself without me or anyone else having uttered a word. However, if one word were to wrap up how I felt as the…
Vibrant Sunflower. Graceful. Intimate
I’m trying to describe an art piece that is currently untitled. When I look at the piece I see Sundrip “signatures” such as edge to edge figures and a massive amount of detail and color. With signatures in place, does this art differ from the other work I’ve done? First…
Priscilla Doll and Sunflower
I’ve had the itch to sew for a good month. I’ve finally gathered the dolls I’d like to complete and started adding their final touches. This young lady is a handmade African American rag doll with a hand painted face and handmade clothes. She’s a lovely girl, a shelf sitter…
Dry Brush. Dry Bones
There’s only one way to return to art and that is to jump in head first. Grab a brush, choose 3 colors, start the clock, stop thinking and dive in. I’ll scratch, smudge, layer and move paint until the bell sounds. I can’t see any other way to start painting…
What Remains – Surrealism and Recovery
When I painted this piece I wasn’t necessarily thinking about natural disasters such as a hurricane, tsunami or an earthquake. I was thinking of the disasters of the mind. I was thinking about events that leave us feeling crippled and isolated. What Remains is a painting with many brush strokes, strikes…