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Little Gift 36x36 on canvas $500
Femme Fatale $350
In The Woods--This is a multidimensional piece, the girl being raised outside of the picture on her own plane of wood. $500
Elephant Girl $300
The Tick Tock Heart $800 I think this one is a little over five feet tall. I'll check that and get back to you.
Tick Tock Heart detail
BLUE GIRL--Sold
Lady LiBEERty! I sold her, but she lives on in the hearts of all Schlafly Beer drinkers.
Two Headed Boy 10"X10" $700
Are You My Mummy? Sold, but I'll be painting her again...
Squid Lamp! I enjoyed the hell out of making this. SOLD
Drift 18x36 $400
Remember Your Wings--36"x36"--$300
Long ago
She flew with the wind at her back, her armwings sailing behind.
Blew well wishes from grandilion heads into impossible blue sky.
Grasped the silver fingernail moon in her balled up fist-(though it always escaped to its place when she looked back to the stars.)
Dug holes to China.
"Remember your wings," her father said when she had grown herself and went away from him.
But she forgot them.
Forgot that under her skin and muscle and bone were two ample wings sinewed with a substance stronger and lighter than air.
Days grew short and sharp around the edges.
But the wings, while forgotten and stiff from lack of use, did not fall away.
They were waiting for a windy day when the grass was to her knees and her cares were small and far away.
When her own child came with wings of her own. And they would fly together.
She flew with the wind at her back, her armwings sailing behind.
Blew well wishes from grandilion heads into impossible blue sky.
Grasped the silver fingernail moon in her balled up fist-(though it always escaped to its place when she looked back to the stars.)
Dug holes to China.
"Remember your wings," her father said when she had grown herself and went away from him.
But she forgot them.
Forgot that under her skin and muscle and bone were two ample wings sinewed with a substance stronger and lighter than air.
Days grew short and sharp around the edges.
But the wings, while forgotten and stiff from lack of use, did not fall away.
They were waiting for a windy day when the grass was to her knees and her cares were small and far away.
When her own child came with wings of her own. And they would fly together.































