collage

Junish, 2019

Not sure where little canvasses came from. A gift? A free box? An actual store? Scraps of recycling, Sunday newspaper, the Pink Section of the San Francisco Chronicle, matte medium, gold paint, pondering, serendipity.

Charlie Chaplin collage

When I was a child I recall a moment when I was sitting on the front porch- memory has it I was 7, with another child or two present. I had drawn almost this exact image, a human with no clothes on hanging laundry. A freakish square head, in pencil. My mother flipped out when she saw it, did she tear it up? It was a traumatic art-critic moment, the first of many to twist my tiny mind. Who knew I was emulating a famous artist, and tuning into a current painting. LOL mom was into Chaplin, too.