Nine Eleven Ten Years After

So in September 2001 I was working on my final exhibition for my Masters Degree in Fine Arts...I was on a roll..painting one picture after another about my colorful and conflicted life using symbols and colors and everthing I could  find  to help portray life as I know it in ameaningful visual way.

Then on that Tuesday morning I watched the towers fall...in horror, in disbelief, almost numb...I dropped the kids off, as usual, drove to the studio, as usual and set out to continue my colorful encaustic narrative about the amazingly beautiful contradictions in my life..in everybody's life...

I remember trying hard to lift my spirits with the yellows and golds...but shortly I  found m;yself on the studio patio lighting the sensational newspapers about the tragedy on fire..Then I took a small abandaoned slab of concrete laying in the dirt  and pounded the hell out of it,  sweating and pounding it on the ground with all my might until most of it turned to dust..

I gathered u a pile of those ashes and another handful of that concrete dust.  Then I added the fine gray concrete dust and the jet black ashes to my beeswax base and I started to paint.

My Paintings to the World on September 11 and September 12, 2001: 

Nine Eleven

Encaustic mixed media with ashes and concrete dust

The Sky Fell

Encaustic Mixed Media with ashes and concrete dust

May God Bless Us All