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Dogeater Panel 10

Still crossing the rice paddy (it’s not as easy as it looked from his 10th-floor apartment & there are other wild dogs now taking notice of the first), he thinks about: 1. How to get the dog home invisibly. He spies an alley and a peach orchard that might come in handy for subterfuge. Because if people see him with the dog, they’ll assume he’s going to cook it up with some kimchi and rice, and he doesn’t want them thinking that, even if it isn’t true and they wouldn’t think twice if it was. And 2: His marriage with his second wife.

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Dogeater Panel 9

And a little more about me: (again, paraphrasing)

I’m one of those unfathomable women in his stories now. Part Mary, Queen of Scots (doomed, and not worth listening to), part Salome (stone-cold terrifying and dragging our platters with us wherever we go, dripping with blood).

OK OK! I’m getting away with myself.

I don’t call him a bum. I try to just say what went down. As honestly–as factually–as possible. No editorializing. I almost never succeed.

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Dogeater Panel 8

My husband, according to him, via Dogeater, paraphrased by me: The usual stuff. Brilliant but misunderstood, existentialist and tragically flawed. Untouchable like Hemingway, Thomas Pynchon or Jack Nicholson in Five Easy Pieces. Taker of chances, thinker of thoughts, lover of women, saver of dogs. And P.S.: He’s sure I now describe him as a bum.

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New Venice Painting

Underdrawing and reference picture for new Venice painting, 24 x 48 inches, black marker on black paint on canvas. I thought I was going to have no end of trouble with those balconies on the upper right but they don’t look half bad in this picture. Go me!

I don’t remember where it was in Venice but you can see it’s a narrower canal, residential, no gondolas. The gondolas are all fine but they’re about the tourists. I liked seeing the real boats the people who live there use every day. This is the first painting from Venice.

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Dogeater Panel 7

Speaking of irony. The 2 major & recurring themes of our rending asunder:

1. “Explain why you’re leaving again?”

& 2. “Please don’t write about me.”

“I promise.”

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Dogeater Panel 6

He says he hopes the story isn’t hard for me and he’s not bitter. “What do I have to be bitter about,” he says. I was the bad one.” He means that ironically.

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Dogeater Panel 5

Dogeater Panel 5

The wife.

“The wife had a goob job.” (This part is true.)

“I came home from construction jobs, ditch-digging, snow-shoveling, dead tired, half frost bit. She couldn’t stand the sight of me.” (And part of this is true.)

(And this is the part he left out): The wife came home from her job as, let’s say, a librarian. And she has more librarian work to do that night that she brought with her, let’s say about 4 hours’ worth. He yawns, stretches, says: “What’s for dinner?”

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Dogeater Panel 4

Dogeater Panel 4

4) W. H. Auden’s poem describing it. “The dogs go on with their doggy life.” 5) Charles Mingus blasting on his stereo back at the apartment, loud enough to teach the neighbor’s TV a lesson in manners or taste. Or at least the person reading the story. 6) Some other shit. 7) Me. “The wife.”

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Dogeater Panel 3

Dogeater Panel 3

He walks across a rice paddy to rescue a dog trapped in wire. It’s Sunday morning. He’s drunk and afraid of dogs. While walking he talks about 1) Mongolia, where he developed his fear of dogs. [roving packs of wild dogs.] 2) Borneo, where they kick dogs. [kick.] 3) Breugel’s Landscape with the Fall of Icarus [cliffs, harbor town, guy ploughing, ship, sheep and a dog, Icarus’s legs, part of a wing.]

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Dogeater Panel 2

Dogeater Panel 2

My ex-husband sent me a story called Dogeater. It’s about him, of course. He’s living in Korea, where he actually lives. He rescues a dog.

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Dogeater Panel 1

Dogeater Panel 1

Dogeater Panel 1

Dogeater: The real story of my Divorce in Gold Leaf and Bas Relief

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Dogeater: graphic novel on wood panel

Dogeater, 36 x 28, acrylic, marker, & collage on panel

Dogeater, 36 x 28, acrylic, marker, & collage on panel

No dogs will be harmed in the making of this graphic novel on panel. One bit of door will be soundly abused, and a quantity of acrylic media wasted, according to some. And I’m breaking a promise. I’ll get to that soon–like panel 5.

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Two new cityscapes nearly done

Cortona Fruit Stand

Cortona Fruit Stand

New cityscape--Rome
New cityscape–Rome

Latest cityscapes, nearly done: acrylic, mixed media and collage on panel. They are 26 x 36 and 36 x 28, and about an inch and a half thick. Images are drawn with marker from my own photos. Collage is clippings from The New York Times, various Italian newspapers, and other miscellaneous publications that tickle my fancy (and have the right kind of paper).

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