Sue Christensen

First I paint them, then I set them on fire.  It never gets old.  Own the thrill of unauthorized fire without the risks of real life pyromania!

I had leftover magenta, orange and green paint and an hour left in my work day.  We had just visited our friends’ new home, a deconsecrated Presbyterian church.  I painted a wild-colored little picture of it and loved it, so I painted every church I have ever called home, from childhood, through Pentecostalism into adulthood and… deconsecration.  I learned (from my friends in the ex-church, who are painters) that this style is called Fauvist, from the French word Fauve, meaning wild beast.  Perfect.

Corn

Every year in the Crop Arts room at the state fair, I admire the dried corn while I’m waiting in line to see the seed art.  Last years I took pictures so I could make these paintings.

Beans

A friend gave me seeds that grew bright red-orange flowers and huge, delicious purple and grey variegated beans.  One of the plants produced peach flowers and cream and brown beans.  Each year I pick out the best beans to save as seed and I make chili with the rest.  Last fall they were so beautiful that I had to paint them, amplifying the colors ever so slightly.

Oil paintings of drastically oversized teeth in fanciful colors.

I cleaned out the basement of a house where a carpenter had lived and got to keep a bunch of rusty saws.  I like to paint them with scenes far removed from the country scenes usually depicted on saw blades; things like midways and urban scenes.

I can create something similar for you by request.