Here are a couple of recently completed pieces. Both were inspired by the work of mid-century artist Jim Flora.

For want of a better title, I’m calling this one Christmas Jumble. I sketched the design over the holidays, so it contains lots of little images of Christmas thingamabobbies.

This piece is a good reminder of how time and distance can change one’s perception of work. Right now, we’re coasting down to the end of February and the whole notion of Christmas seems a bit stale. Bring on a couple of helpings of spring, I say! I still like the walking tree, though.

This one is My Life. It’s filled with snippets from, well, my life. The washer with the ominous staring eye, the leg lamp, the toilet which may or may not be upchucking.

Upon further reflection, this isn’t only my life but everyone’s life. When you get right down to it, who doesn’t have to cope with issues like a hand popping out of a toaster?

This figure troubles me, though. What in the heck is it? I’m sure I had something really profound in mind when I drew it, but now it escapes me. The number seven attacking a couple of wadded up, used tissues? A Henry Moore sculpture? Two pelvic bones with a broken golf club? The mystery of the unknown?

That’s the beauty of art, though. It doesn’t HAVE to represent anything. Like life in general, it may not mean anything in particular and sometimes it’s hard to figure out what’s going on.

That is, unless a magazine calls for an interview. If that happens, I’ll claim that figure is an homage to Picasso’s Guernica. For all I know, I might even be telling the truth.

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