With hands joined the three Muses cross over boundaries where we earthbound human dare not tread.
They glide and flow, dancing to the music of the spheres, the spinning orbs, the spiraling steps leading down to the store of treasures below.
Two more cut up paintings sacrificed to a greater purpose. This one started by drawing and cutting out “paper dolls” and using strips of cut up paintings to weave in and out of the figure images. It seemed like a kind of prison cell whose bars these figures could float in and out of. I like that idea. Wouldn’t we all love to be so free? The figure on the left became the Muse of dance. The middle one, wearing a miter-like hat, a kind of priestess Muse. And the one on the right, sprouting paint brushes from her head is clearly our Muse of painting.