Blind Ambition

Poised for the race, she awaits the gun. She cannot see what path this course will follow, but she is ready for the contest.

Shoot The Breeze

Words, like bullets, pass through holes already there. Lulled by her sea , she awaits the next barrage. She is bulletproof.

Strike While The Iron Is Hot

Blown dry by the breeze, he waits by the board. His flat self fills with anticipation. He is not
alone.

She sits, coiled, on the board. The heat has yet to come. When the steam rises she will unleash her coil and strike. She will strike , while the iron is hot.

State Of Grace

Does the bottle contain chocolate milk, or white? Is it full or empty? I understand.

I am my bottle. My soul, contained, thrashes. Washed up on the shore of this strange place it does not rest, does not feel saved. Restless Soul will topple the bottle of me and we will slide back into the grace of the sea.

Hard To Swallow

She is at the bottom. It is still and silent and beautiful there. From her lips comes another of her , and another.

The boats come, with their lines and their hooks. Her small self waits, as the hook draws closer. SHE wonders, if she takes the bait, what she will find at the top.

Lucky Dog

The intent was always there. So it was not just chance, or luck. When she set out there was the one thing she had in mind, the one and only thing. She had to find the Dog.

She saw him, and went to him. She bent over him, and as he panted, her tongue darted out to him, welcoming this savoury union with her beloved--My beloved-- Lucky Dog.

My Dogs Are Killing Me

"My dogs are killing me." Pearl Bailey. MY dogs are killing me, too. They are in a state of discord, dissension. My dogs are at war, and I am at their mercy.

DOG watches with interest, and purpose. He holds the ball. Will he toss the ball into the melee?

Narcissa

I am Narcissa. Narcissa gazes at the image in the water, a beautiful image, to her. She is in love with this image, her image.

The alligator lady offers Narcissa love, and flowers. I accept this alligator offering. I am this image. I am Narcissa.

"Heat"

The reality is the image. I am the woman. I am enveloped, immobilized, by heat. Unable to act -- even to think, I rest against dog. Dog pants, distracted and even somewhat relieved from this hot suffering by his desire to minister and to please.

The image is spontaneous, and the form it takes is simply necessary to its existence. The color is something that I feel. This is my reality.

"Gem"

"Fairy Ferry Fairie"

My paintings are an encoded diary. With unconscious symbol and metaphor my interior life comes out. What may seem glib is, to me, deeply personal. The central figure -- the alligator. the dog. the frog -- is me, involved in some intense comic/tragic , and very real event.

I am Fairie. The man pursues someone. A shark is in the water. Alone on the ferry, it is in my power to throw the ring. There is tension, and ambivalence. Will there be salvation?