January

This 2023. Acrylic on canvas, 50 x 52"

All stocked up on paints.

And no place to go.

Off the Facebook and Instagram because who do I want to burden with my me?

So I place here paintings made recently and up until yesterday, to finish with the breakdown of an 8 foot canvas to make room for refinishing the floors at the Art Association. There I dutifully practice confinement with peanut butter, jelly and old vinegar lentils. Good news! Yesterday afternoon I danced alone in its public space. Which means, I am freeing, and/or “South Bend Suarez can still make my insides chuggle like a 14 year old openness to everything. You try separateness for an adult life and we’ll meet up in the ether with agonizing selfhood and copious invisible clouds of strontium-90.

Thanks for the visit. Don’t forget to dance. Grease them hip joints with rock and roll!

Ron

My Mother’s Toothache 2022. Acrylic on paper, 12 x 16"

I forgot the title to this one because I cancelled Instagram and that’s where I kept all my titles. 2022. Acrylic on paper, 12 x 16"

Not Indian 2023. Acrylic on poly (methyl methacrylate), 18 x 24"

Hungover Again 2023. Acrylic on paper, 14 x 18"

Very Creepy Desert Look (Still Hungover) 2023. Acrylic on paper, 18 x 14"

Striped Skunk before getting rolled up for good.