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
"Striped Skunk before getting rolled up for good"
Eat your heart out, Gustav Klimt!