The shots of these pieces are terrible and I will have better photos of them in the future.

These are the last things I ever painted. Music took over and this was it. I don't know why the end landed on assemblage but it did. These are creatures bursting out of places. The first is a mythological lady coming out of a fireplace. She has destroyed the room and emerges with a bouquet. She has burned the wall paper and the furniture but she has something that has hope and beauty. These ladies in their doll house spaces burst through hard surfaces to be acknowledged. From then on my hand dropped the brush and hasn't returned.