Notes from an easel part one-sex and death working title

Its odd how fickle, my creative bipolarity is. What had begun as a fairly didactic commentary on the Bush legacy, has diverged onto a purely pedestrian path entirely. I tried working the paint, but the original message felt ham-fistedly half baked-a little too satirical perhaps. So I painted over the piece, and ran with another bug in my head (and in my bed)-that of sex/life and death. You can see the beginnings of a female torso in one of eye sockets, and I'll be working the piece right up until the show at the Ruby Room on the 8th.