Cryptic Captain!

Sometimes I start a painting and it wheels out of control like a spinning car on black ice and slams into a tree! This is one of those!
I had a breen lying around that really wasn’t complete and I didn’t like very much. It started out as a little girl.


Since this was painted by someone named E. Burger, who I couldn’t find any info on (and unfortunately accidentally painted over the signature), I pretended it was by Former Supreme Court Chief Justice Warren E. Burger and made the portait into a judge. She is sitting in a brain surrounded by neurons beset py plaques and tangles which precede Alzheimers. Although there is no medical evidence to support this, I am firmly convinced my own skull is filled with these or soon will be!


Of course, she resented this treatment and stubbornly resisted being incorporated into the painting in any pleasing aesthetic way! Insolent child! But can I blame her? When I scrawled the text on the painting, I did it in large shouting Uncle Sam Wants You enlistment letters as thought that would give some meaning to this paint pizza.


So I’ve been glaring at her for the past year or two across the studio while she harbors a tight little smug smile, nyaah, nyaah, nya, nyaahing me. And when I had the idea of rebreening a Breen, there was no place for her to hide!

I am on a sea captain series as most of you know, and thought it might be funny to turn a young girl into a grizzled captain. I think we can all agree, the result is creepier than one could hope! I aged the face and gave her light blue eyes and popped the Captain’s Hat on her head. I also gave her a slightly open smile with very bad teeth, a technique all who vandalize art instinctually know from elementary school. The text, which appears to be jumbled, is perfectly readable once you figure out how. There is a spilled wine bottle at his/her elbow and I threw in a bunch of arbitrary eyes, simply because I could. Mrs. Breen thinks this one looks TOO creepy and suggested I throw in some flowers or balloons to soften things up like I sometimes do. But I decided to let it ride. After all, there’s no reason I shouldn’t float a creepy nonsensical breen every now and then! Lets face it! It’s what I do best!

This one isn’t for sale yet.





Text says,‘I have no ideas right now!!! Please come back later!’ Green man says, “But I am working through it!” Acrylic on oil? on canvas, about 24″X20″. I changed this one a couple of times and couldn’t think of anything to do. It sat for awhile, partially painted, looked too scary, so I put a heart in the middle to soften it up. I stared and I stared but couldn’t see past my eyes. YAAHHH!!! Blocked! So I painted a garbage can and a bunch of broken light bulbs and the ‘no ideas’ text. I painted my feeble pre-alzheimer brain which is full of tangles and plaque and spiked a bunch of other stuff I’ve overused in paintings in the past like eyes and fish. But then again, who doesn’t often feel like this, groping for fresh ideas, sick of the same old thoughts, plodding along the same old brain furrows. If you say “me”, then I hate you.

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Share My Head



Text says,‘Text says,‘The fish I’ve killed share my head…They have nowhere else to go!’ ‘Acrylic on oil? on canvas about 9.75″X 11.75″

I use to fish obsessively. I fished in fresh water for decades, goin’ bassin’, crawling the plastic worm over the lily pads til it plopped down to a waiting lunker, who, if I was lucky, would tail dance across the water. Then we moved next to the ocean and I got a boat. I’d wake up my still drunk friends at 2 am and force march them to the boat. We went out that early to gillnet pogies, 10 inch fish that we caught to use for bait. We used them to catch bigger fish, stripers, which then had to be 3 foot or more to keep.

Anyway, after a number of years of this, I started to feel sorry for the fish. You haul a 3 foot striper into your boat and his heart is beating, his gills are flexing, and his eyes are scared wild! It’s our nature to fish and eat fish, but I’ve lost the heart for it.

When I saw this original I thought of European cave paintings, of honoring the fish we hunt. Then, as I began to muse and remember the fish I killed, I figured my head should be there with them on the canvas, so they could swim around my brain. Boo hoo hoo! I mourn you! You were so delicious though!



Mrs. Breen and I brought a bunch of our stuff to Brimfield(largest fleamarket in this part of the country)last week to sell, and I brought along a couple of paintings including this one, hung them up and listened. Sometimes people would giggle and move on, others would gasp and say, “that’s just disgusting!” casting dirty looks.

But a few tried to buy the art, shocked when I threw a big number at them – “but it’s funny!”(so it should be cheap!) But I really just wanted people to see my art, and see them seeing it. A guy from Tufts came by and asked me to send him past show info, publications mentioning me, etc., for possibility of show consideration. Then Ken Brown, famous artist, cartoonist, illustrator, post card and wrapping paper maker, etc., came by and gave me an ego boost, saying he liked my art. A very nice guy! After Mrs. Breen found out who he was and started the appropriate gushing, I belatedly joined in and caused a minor breach of etiquette by forcing a breen upon him! Ahhhh! Brown’s trash has never looked so colorful!

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