Centipede Woman, 50.5" x 74", acrylic on heavy canvas, curtain rod, 2012


Insect Abduction



Have you heard of "Alien Abduction"? Well, this is Insect Abduction. When I was a child, I loved researching bugs. I had no idea there were professions such as Entomology, rather, I took matters into my own hands. One of my earliest memories, when I was four years of age, was rescuing eathworms who were writhing on the pavement after a summer rain. I carefully plucked them from the concrete and deposited them in a grassy place.



Earthworm Woman, 37" x 58", acrylic on heavy canvas, curtain rod, 2012



I prowled the neighborhood, upturning rocks, surprizing little creatures as they scrambled for safety. I gleefully captured butterflies, cramming them into a large glass jar, until a couple of adolescent girls convinced me that it was immoral. I uncapped the jar and we watched the delicate creatures flutter free. After that, I never captured them again, but I continued my experimentation with gentle prodding and careful observation.




Butterfly Fingers, 18" x 24", oil on wood panel, 2014




Every bug I spied became a strange alien that I could examine and toy with, not in a torturous way, in a way that I reasoned was friendship. During second grade recess, I wandered afield, literally. There were rolling fields surrounding Swan Hillman Elementary. Children were not supervised in the way they are today. I found a lone tree in the meadow, encircled by tall grass that rippled with the wind. I liked to climb that tree, even though it was infested with Tent Caterpillars.




Ms. Tussock Moth, 31" x 57", acrylic on heavy canvas, curtain rod, 2012



I watched the caterpillars wriggle in and out of their cotton candy abodes. I understood that the gauzy tent was their home. When the bell rang, I would break off a twig swaddled with a tent and carry it back into school, sequestering it in my locker. I did this for at least two weeks. Then one day Mrs. Gregory, my second grade teacher, called me out of class into the quiet hall, next to my locker where the Janitor waited. He opened my locker. It was stuffed full of twigs and tents and little caterpillars crawling about.




Firefly, 24" x 18", oil on wood panel, 2014



"Lea _______, What is this?" Mrs. Gregory demanded in an outraged voice. I hesitated with my answer because I was quite sure she and the tall exacerbated man would not understand, and yet, I was on trial and I knew I had to answer, so I did. "These are my friends," I said, knowing that it was an odd thing to say but it was the truth. In the ensuing moments, the Janitor pointed out how easily the caterpillars crawled through the slotted vents of my locker door and the yellow green splats everywhere in the hallway, where my poor friends had been crushed underfoot for well over a week. It was a damning moment and that is all I can remember of that day.




Cicada Killers, (Chimerical Insects Series) 69" x 45", acrylic on heavy canvas, curtain rod, 2012




ABOUT THE TITLE of this series, Insect Abduction. My aim is not to disparage the many, perhaps millions, of people who have had an alien abduction experience. Something happened to them. Some reports are good and some are very bad. My question is, who or what is behind it? Could a number of these encounters be a form of human on human experimentation? This would be a very convenient way to hide "free energy" terrestrial technology, the secret space program, genetic engineering, and other research that the majority of the population on planet earth would find criminal.





Caterpillar Man, 17.5" x 21.5", oil on wood panel, wood frame, 2015





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