The Gina Sigman Gallery

Don't ask me why but I've always had an affinity for the underdog rock bands. Mot the Hoople stands out in my memory. Everybody knows "All the Young Dudes". Classic.  Their cover of, "Sweet Jane", some strawberry wine and potpourri scented candles always put me in a groovy mood.  Of course Ian Hunter begged to be added to my collection of hot rock stars with curly manes: Robert Plant, Barry Sigman and so on...So i painted him. Hoople fans: here he is...Mr. Ian Hunter.

I watch a lot of crime TV. I guess with my background in medical forensics, I'm drawn to it, even though I'm retired. I happened to tune in to 48 hours and watched the story of Katrina Brownlee unfold. She grew up  in disadvantaged conditions. She married a law enforcement officer, hoping to escape her past and live in security. Sadly, that was not what happened.  Her husband abused her.  He ended up shooting her in the abdomen a total of 10 TIMES. 10 TIMES...and she survived it all. In spite of nearly losing her life, she blossomed and became a correction officer herself. She is now retired but continues to serve her community through an organization she founded called Young Ladies of Our Future. She's written her memoirs in a book called "And Then Came the Blues".   She had beautiful roses tattooed on her tummy and transformed the pain of her wounds into something beautiful.  Isn't that what God does for us?  He takes our sin and inequities and t

Everyone draws them. Even people with no propensity for drawing think they can draw an eye. Just a few circles and arcs, and a white dot here and there and...voila!!! I just couldn't help myself in trying to one-up all the eye-drawers out there, plus, I needed to one-up myself. It's a constant challenge to improve my drawing skills. So here it is...the Proverbial Eye. See it and weep.  

My mom made the most delicious eggplant parmesan. Painting these beauties reminded me of her and that savory smell of breadcrumbs, oregano and garlic frying up and filling the kitchen air. It all starts with those long pear-shaped deep plum nightshades. They seem to be floating in the green darkness of memories. Don't they kinda sorta look like boobs?? Ok, maybe not. In any case, bon apetit everyone and thanks for visiting.