I guess I was feeling fragile when I created this digital collage. Birth, life, death and all of that! I recognize the church steeple which is at my favorite cemetery in Truro, MA, but I guess I was looking for generic . I do remember that the inspiration of this was the glass slide that I had smashed and I liked the cracked pattern it created - I think that's what started this piece.
This is a personal piece I did of my brother Ted. He struggles with alcoholism every day, although it has been 30 years since he has had a drink. I admire him for that! The older gal with a bottle of hooch was my grandmother "Ruth" and the little boy is my Dad.
I'm posting more of "Nightmare" because I have been told that you are enjoying it. This is the gruesome part, so if you have a weak stomach you might want to skip todays post! If you are sardonic - enjoy!