60” X 48” ACRYLIC ON CANVAS • STRETCHED

Stone Head Series • Not sure where these came from - another another world. But I love it. If you have room for it make an offer.

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24” X 36” ACRYLIC ON CANVAS • STRETCHED

The Turtle House still exists on East Main Street in downtown Grass Valley CA - the hordes of tourists and the younger people walk by it unaware of what happened there in the mid-90s. A bunch of artists and their kids, totaling anywhere from 10-14 people. I started my screenprinting business in the garage, and then when I discovered painting - or it me - that took over, my clients asked Where are you? Anyway, this house existed in many, many different dimensions. I attempted to document as many as possible. Check out the house, you’ll recognize it.

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24” X 36” ACRYLIC ON CANVAS • STRETCHED

There is a hard-to-see outline of a figure - perhaps Dorothy’s ‘manager’ - on stage. The Stage Manager is, as always, invisible but always seeming to hover nearby. At least one gets the sense. The thing is we are the stage manager, the cast, the star, the audience, the writer, and the reviewer. Doesn’t make it any easier.

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16” X 20” ACRYLIC ON CANVAS • STRETCHED

I actually wore Harlequin tights and a short skirt when I did the early versions of An Intimate Evening with Death Herself. I must say that some of the performances were real uh something. Magic? Church? But not ordinary in any way. Worth all the work and fear and there was plenty of both. One time I did a show in Tucson for an audience of maybe 12 in a theater that sat 200. My friend in the audience who had been married to a Yaqui shaman told me that the place had been full - of dead people. They loved it, she said. Anyway, another favorite that belongs on a wall. Make an offer!

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24” X 18” ACRYLIC ON CANVAS • STRETCHED

Harlequin is always around my paintings. I learned that even my checkerboard floors were just a way for Harlequin to slip into a painting without me knowing or suspecting. Coming into a landing into our world. What will happen?

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24” X 18” ACRYLIC ON CANVAS • STRETCHED

I think I have a mild form of Prosopagnosia - where the part of the brain dedicated to facial recognition isn’t really working right - maybe that’s why I hardly ever paint people - I don’t really know what they look like. Perhaps so. Friends of mine tell me this doesn’t really look like me. I’m not sure! Maybe you’d like this person looking at you all day long!

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ROUGHLY 15” X 30” ACRYLIC AND OIL ON MASONITE

Not a painting of flowers or houses. It’s where we all go in the end.

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24” X 36” ACRYLIC ON CANVAS • STRETCHED

I’ll let it speak for itself.

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