Milton Bradley, Eat Your Heart Out

This is the companion piece to my last entry, "everyone Else Lived on the Hill." I haven't decided on a name, but someone suggested "Milton Bradly on Acid." I love this idea, but need to tone it down a bit, if I'm going to write it on the edge of the canvas.

Everyone Else Lived on the Hill

Here is my latest. I got a phone call today from the "girl" who owned the swing set that I painted in my last post. We haven't talked together in at least 35 years. Thanks for calling, Jane!

Push/Pull, acrylic 30 x 40

Didn't you love to swing? I preferred the huge swings at the park, but these swing sets that threatened to tip over when you went to high held a certain amount of danger that was irresistible to us kids.

Someday, when I have my museum retrospective, I will find one of these swing sets and do a big painting like this one, and hang it from the top bar--and maybe another one of a girl hanging by her knees on one of the cross bars.