The range top has turned into a river flowing between the cookware. Note the trees on pan ridge. There is a tempest in the teapot. 19x24
The oil derrick at lower right looks like a cow. 20x30
Let's be honest here. ALL museums have works that fit this description. There is a time and place for everything. With brick and mortar museums, that place is in the stacks, out of sight. On the web, where space is infinite, they have their own little hangout, here. I hope you enjoy them.
Yams will break if you drop them.
In honor of Elizabeth Aquino and her beautiful Blog, Dec 2008, where she comments on this painting and reports the following:
I knew the women were on the edge of the end of middle age or already a few years into whatever comes after middle age. I knew this by the sound of their voices and later, when I looked, I was right. But I digress because here's the conversation I heard:
Lady #1: "I'm so sorry that we didn't make dinner beforehand."
Lady #2: "Oh, don't worry."
Lady #1: "No, I feel bad. Why don't you come over afterward for a yam?"
Lady #1 (again): "I had half a yam this afternoon but have the other half leftover. You can have the rest.
Lady #3: I do love a yam.
Yam on Board
on a piece of wood 11 x 14 Feb 2016
11x14, June 2007.
Based on the mass of this Yam, I think the wave is going to get wiped out.
Both words are dream words, "stulia" meaning "man growing out of a tree". He is looking at Lynn Wyatt, one of the world's most beautiful and best dressed women, standing on a summer squash whose flowers contain dancing space aliens.. 24x36
21 x 28 The real dream sequence is the Hexagons. I dreamt of hexagons that were greatly elongated horizontally, practically into rods, and then stacked in threes. The work is on poster board, because it was painted around the turn of the century, before I started using canvas, unfortunately undated. It even got wet when the sunroom roof sprung a leak. I did not post it for years because I thought it was moronic and juvenile, but I am slowly changing my mind.