(He)Art and Soul, I begged to be adored,
Lost control, and tumbled overboard,
Gladly...
That magic night we kissed,
There in the moon mist.

 

 

 

 

 

Heart and soul, I fell in love with you,
Heart and soul, the way a fool would do,

 

Harper Blanchet makes me yearn to take up horticulture and plant a few seeds in "Janet's Garden".

 

Oh! but your lips were thrilling, much too thrilling,
Never before were mine so strangely willing.

 

Bronson Eden takes us back to the spawning grounds with "Trout Unlimited". This aluminum fish (and many more) will be displayed and auctioned in April to benefit the venerable Trout Unlimited organization.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Love Dog" throbs from ventricle to auricle and visa versa.  Kevin Green's K-9 is so hot, the head is a steam pipe and the tail is an insulated oven handle.

 

 

 

 

 

"Who's Next"?

No, who's on first.

Dimitrio Rende carved his effigy (or a reasonable facsimile) into several woody segments that could possibly approximate the thrilling ribs of trojan extra.

 

 

 

 

When dealing with bones, one must be firm.

Rubies aside, the spine is what keeps us UP (Oscar nominee)

 

Greg Ivor Morris made this "Saced Object".

 

 

 

Claire Kassor. Does she sew?

Her threads weave a tangled web.

Buy this one now because her two primary collectors seem to be out of town and there is still a chance.

 

"Blue Poppy".

 

 

 

 

 

John Kilb gives us a Monet Water Lilly take on fluffy clouds. Been to Vegas?

The cielings there have angels.

The tables have angles.

"Sky Hand Painting 1"

is what I'd like to look at after a run on the slots.

 

 

 

 

 

Do you see a snake? It's elementary, my dear Watson.

James Laudano sees snakes where the only thing Watson can see are ripples.

Let's call it "The Snake" for sake of a better word.

 

Madly...
Because you held me tight,
And stole a kiss in the night...

 

Rich Morris is TAU's solo room artist. When it comes to cosmic galaxies, Rich has no better.

"Listen" closely and you will hear the background sound of the universe.

 

 

After a seemingly unendurable eternity on the event horizon of a black hole, we enjoy the "Sweet 'n' Tart" tanginess of Elaine Ralston.

 

 

Deborah Joyce Sanchez Takes art therapy a giant step forward with two birchbark dolls, "Healing Power of Purple".

 

You can have your Cad and Fleetwood too.

Janet Wenger cuts it up and welds it back together with one of my mental mentors, "Heller on Wheels".

 

 

 

 

Let's not go there.

This spiny, pigeon proof assemblage by Mighty Xee gives fair warning.

Something perhaps that "Michael's Cancer" didn't do.

We are reminded that Uncle Sam's hat is really a nuclear cooling tower after all.

The universal "No Nukes" signs are united in negative space to resemble a heart as Uncle Karen drafts us into the anti-nuclear movement.

Dave Channon (yours truly) painted this one.

 

 

But now I see, what one embrace can do,
Look at me, it's got me loving you,
Madly...
That little kiss you stole,
Held all my heart and soul.

 

 

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