Complicita gets a Face Lift

        One of the troubles about working in the fragile medium of paper, is that it is so susceptible to negative reactions from the elements.  The first version began to fade-- the printed plaid picnic cloth melting into pink and the halo-mane losing brilliance, even though it was not subjected to direct sunlight. It was time to give Little Miss Paula's recurring living nightmare (also defined as little white lies) a new life, more permanent materials.  We must remember our little daemons, and take care of them for they keep us on our toes, and not to let foolishness overtake our intelligent hearts.

Little Miss Paula's Pic-a-nic Daemon, 2016

Acrylic on Canvas Paper

20" x 20" x 3"

        While working on the little daemon, it began to become so personal, with memories snatched from my childhood, that I christened it Complicita  de la Piccanini, daughter of James LeCrowe, who began appearing in multiple sightings, in the latter half of the 19th Century.  No matter how many little white lies we tell ourselves that it doesn't exist, or how much we love the dear sweet lil' childe, the presence of the little daemons we have inherited from our forefathers will continue to appear in the picnic of life, until we all share the banquet of life.

     Here is the original from 2013: