Double Trapeze

This is a photo of myself and my partner in the Big Apple Circus. I'm the one hanging by her knees. When I look at these now they have a peculiar resonance with my painting. Often the shapes and linear topography of the rigging coincides with the silhouettes & lines in my pictures.
I thing of the catspiders and their odd outlines, the single figured pictures like Blue and then the circus fantasmagoria of Demon on Canal.

Blue

Its hard to write narrative for images that resist decisive plotting. And it narrows their flavor, voice, and shifty edges. One can tell stories about the picture or about how the rattle of approach defines the hoof of the horse. That can be fun. One could talk about curli-cues. I love spirals and the dreamy hand . Have always wanted to liberate the doodles. One could talk about icons or logos. A good logo is something that tatoos the retina and then stays lit in the brain tank with the other luminescent fish. Greek vases are brilliant that way.
So here, the queen of blue doodle revolution; of course the source being herself...becoming what I fondly think might be sky.