I’m in the throes of deciding which half-finished paintings get
priority, and which go to which September art show (there are two,
overlapping, meaning I must split up everything that isn’t a print).
Methods of “dealing” have included shoving every bit of clutter into
the bedroom and shutting the door on it, and just focusing on keeping
the main staging grounds relatively rubbery, and workable. On the far
left, in the square canvas on the pretty easel, is Oil and Hell in the
Sky, a commission at a particularly awkward stage in development. The
big guy is the Vacuum Traffic Controller, who has acquired a
background since this was taken. His end is in sight. The thing
behind him is another giant portrait in the very beginning stages of
development, tentatively titled “the Priesthood”. On the drafting
table, painted on a particle board roundel, is the Cardiographer. The
white rectangle above her is one third of another commission, an
undead triptych with Catholic flair.