acrylic and sumi ink on crinkled Masa paper with collage mounted on w/c paper
Shrooms! My favorite winter bauble with an old shriveled apple still hanging. My world outside and the territory of my imaginary ramblings, where I shrink myself to Lilliputian size. And take a wet walk beneath the bushes and across the decomposing leaves to come upon these newly sprung umbrellas with the spongy undersides. There I rest and inhale deeply as the storm batters the landscape around.
It seems I never tire of painting on this wonderful Japanese paper or of painting mushrooms. These bright red mushrooms with white dots can be seen in my neighborhood now. Poisonous I’m sure. You don’t get that flashy unless you’re a lure! I take a bite of the painterly sort.