Survival

 

"Survival" Artist Linda Lee Ligocki  acrylic on canvas, 8x10 2024.  One drop  receeds from the cloud...bringing hope that more will follow...as life succumbs to its' non-sustainable environment... the river flows no more... it begs for more rain...water is more valuable than gold.

 Painting: Survival, Artist linda lee ligocki. Acrylic on canvas, 8x10 2024

Toxic Death Before Me

 As he pens another prescription, the phrase "Toxic Death Before Me"  haunts me.   As I see that plane sprays toxicity upon the fields watching my trees wither and loose all their leaves. It isnt organic toxins but man-made synthetic toxic materials covered in orange and yellow, biohazard, and warning labels. It will never become organic matter. Waste that guarentees it becomes poison that slowly kills...I refused that pill for I see my future becoming that "Toxic Death Before Me:   Painting. Portrait Series, Toxic Death Before Me, Artist linda lee Ligocki,, Acrylic on canvas,   12x12 2024

Transactional Love

 ●Love, for me, has been a succession of transactional experiences that are almost laughable, absurb,  characterized by an imbalance of giving and receiving, evoking the imagery of a dark comedy that spans from the rise of the curtain to the final bow, until I was fortunate enough to experience the ultimate win, the Royal Flush of Hearts, a love that is unwavering and unconditional.

Transitional Me

 ●●This self portrait expresses my life of transitional phenomenas. Each event caused me to find a new pathway to another life... reinveting myself not allowing the internal cogmire to darken my external spirit for existence. Knowing that each transition made me more determine to use my weirdness to become beautifull.●●

Trippin through the Cascades

Dawn

Brilliant

Another road trip.

Landscape billboards

Rivers of road.

Above and below views.

Miles ahead, miles behind.

Experience the sublime.

Forever exciting.

Continuously in awe.

Do it again?

Tomorrow!

Yes.

But remember

DADDY SAID.............................................................

........CHECK THE OIL FIRST

TRIPPIN INTO THE YEAR

TRIPPIN INTO THE YEAR
Pen and Ink Drawing, 9"x12" 
by Lee Heinsen-Ligocki

Another folder...folders...another account...accounts.
Never ending tea...chocolate....stimulates the dull.
Procrastination...turning pages....debits...credits.
Calculator...computer...printer...scanner...trash.
Marching into the mindless figures...only figures. 
Repetition....as practicing piano scales.....again...again.
Itemize....optimize...bifocal eyes....
Scrolling paper.....ten pens....tape....staples...
Lost the pencil again.....somewhere.....here..
Whiteout.....
Do it again....again...
Balanced
ANOTHER FOLDER......FOLDERS.....ANOTHER ACCOUNT.............SHREDDER.........

Trippin Over Hidden Secrets

Trippin Over Secrets
Pen and Ink Drawing
Image 6"x6"
by lee heinsen-ligocki

What did he say?

I am not sure, but surely he was exaggerating.

Oh my gosh! He isn't lying.
I think I'll stay quiet...close the curtains in the rig.
Listening in the shadow behind the doors.
This can't be true.

Another story I am hearing...pretending not listen.
But I do hear..I could turn it off.
But they want me to eves drop!
Is it the shock!
I want to hear if they can expand on their tall tales.
Don't they realize they are talking over a CB radio.
Sure they do..it's all fabrication.
Just another story...lies, exaggerations, fabrications.
Now they are getting into details.
This can't be real!
Disturbingly so.

Their secrets are no longer secrets.
Or are they?
Because those listening will never
hear them again?
Forget what was told?
Forget who told the yarn?
Just another story like hundreds before?

Secrets told behind the doors.
Secrets told behind the curtains.
Secrets they all tell.
Secrets they all believe.

Secrets they are no more.