Sister Masks
Hey, we all got our secrets, we all wear some kind of mask.

Stop
Danger seemed to hang around during this collage. When women are in danger, often their children are too.

Straitjacket
No mouth, no hands.

Therapist Waiting Room
Waiting for the brain to be examined.

Three Lilies
The number three. Lilies always remind me of death. But this picture to me is more contemplating saying goodbye to sad things, to inevitable things, to good-night moon things.

Troll
Sometimes life is just a grind.

War Is Hell
Contemplation of revenge is so sweet. Note that he, wounded already, no longer has his hands, but wears them around his neck forever. And with all the action in the background, he's in his own hell. And as it should be.

COLLAGE 1 - COLLAGE 2 - COLLAGE 3