The Dresses

I dreamed I was walking along a path and came upon the ghost of a dead gnarly black walnut tree, its skeletal leaf fronds lying on the frozen ground. Several Victorian dresses were hung from the tree by silver chains. The dresses did not hang limp like laundry but were filled out, as if still occupied by invisible women. The dresses were breathing.
20 x 20 acrylic on salvaged canvas.

Ghost Girls Watch Over The Dead City

20 x 32 acrylic on canvas
2006