Envoys in the sky...

with diamonds?

The Art Envoys are waving from the clouds to you tonight.

Are they waving goodbye, or just goodnight? 

I don't know.

I do know that I need to stop painting them for a while and concentrate on other aspects of my art show.

But I'm having so much fun, I don't want to stop.

So, it remains to be seen.

Mother Eagle watches over her children

I finally got around to finishing this painting. 

I painted this a couple of months ago, and was glad to see that I had painted my first Envoy among the Pantsuit People, though I wasn't aware of it at the time.

He is the green one in the upper right-hand corner, pointed away. 

Pointing towards the future, I think.

          (Click to enlarge)

Hillary appears not only as an eagle, but also as the black silhouette waving in the lower right-hand corner.

Now/Studio

My awesome boyfriend Shawnee is building me a studio.

Here's the mock-up...

Venus DeMars on Martha's Vineyard

Venus DeMars will be showing her art on the Vineyard Friday, July 24th at Hastings in the Alley, from 6-9 PM.

She will also be performing, so if your on the Vineyard... you are so damn lucky!

Venus and I are showing back to back at Hastings. Yahooo!

Here's a short clip from the incredible documentary about Venus, called "Venus of Mars".

American Envoy

Envoy in the City

Sacrificial Pantsuit

One pantsuit must die so that the others may live.

 That pantsuit has been chosen.

                   MEET THE CHOSEN ONE

 Yes, you, mint green check pantsuit, are the chosen one. 

You shall live in on in small pieces on the back of each and every pantsuit painting.

Fare thee well sweet pantsuit.

You came from the 70's.

Your tag, "Bleyle for Hooper", says you were made in Germany.

I didn't know they made polyester pantsuits in Germany.

Who wore you, and why, we will never  know.

But your life was not in vain. For you shall represent other, less fortunate, pantsuits.

Goodbye, goodbye. 

 Does anyone have any additional last words they would like to say?

Pantsuit Land

                     PANTSUIT LAND

 (to be sung to the tune of an old Irish sea shanty)

  

  (This song goes out to my boyfriend, Shawnee)

Fare thee well, Dear Lover,

I hope you understand,

I'm going away my Darling,

I'm going to Pantsuit Land.

I've found greener pastures,

fields of emerald green,

fuchsia, peach, and plum have I,

teal and tangerine.

I wish you could come with me

in a pantsuit of brightest blue,

but I know your heart isn't in it,

and this I can't ask of you.

I'm going away to ramble,

dancing in the sand,

summer's colors are calling me,

I must go to Pantsuit Land.

As Pantsuit Land turns to Autumn,

shades no longer bright and bold,

I'll come home my darling,

in a Pantsuit of pure gold.

In a Pantsuit of pure gold.

Sunday at the Art Envoy Institute

                   Sally

                      Me

Spring Envoys/Fall Envoys

This one goes out to Jade.

                  Spring Envoys

              Fall Envoys