Another angel posting from Maureen Donegal, the last one for a while.

Here's the creche angel over at my Maureen Donegal blog for tonight.

Same angel as yesterday but now from the side, still beautiful, I think.

I'm doing a story about the creche at a church around the corner at my other blog Maureen Donegal, here's the first of the angels. Come on by!

Wanted to post this with her paintings before I got sidetracked by the tombstone photographs. The first piece I sold in NY was a drawing of it.

One last tombstone photo, what I find most interesting is they are right in the heart of the New York City Financial District, just a few blocks from Wall Street, not some quiet out of the way church in the country.

Another Trinity Church mob scene, more ghosts than angels, which are really the same thing if you think about it. At least they are in my mind.

A bit of a mob scene going on here - all sorts of different styles though.

Two more Trinity Church tombstones, I'm loving the skull with wings.

More Trinity Church tombstones, odd how ghostish the white ones are.

This is from a series I shot in the Trinity Church cemetery for my other blog, Maureen Donegal. But I decided the angels in them belong here.

Like this of the red hills better, reminds me of the Provincetown dunes.

What's a blog about Georgia O'Keefe without red hills and some bones?

Have always loved this, had a poster of it somewhere, fabulous colors.

Shall we look at some Georgia? This image is everywhere since there's a big exhibit of what is being called her abstract work up at the moment. I don't know about abstracts though, looks pretty representational to me.

One last Gorey, I really related to this, that monster lived under my bed.

I know this devil guy, reminds me of my ex-husband. How about you?

As promised, George. I admit, these are funnier when the collection is seen together. A is for Amy, etc. Somebody got eaten by mice, as I recall.

This is for Maria because of her comments, I had planned to do George who smothered under a rug for Alex, but I'll post him tomorrow instead.

I own this etching - A Boy Holding A Hat, Standing On An Aspic Mold.

Come on, this is funny. Look at her face and the skeleton pulling back the curtain. Whose feet are on the chaise, and why is she holding a T?

I like that a thug was once a baby too, it can apply to any ne'er-do-well.

Enough with the Highbrow art, let's look at some Edward Gorey . Love him, so get over it. Waited on him once, he had on that famous fur coat.

This body of work is perhaps the most famous of Lee Bontecou's; the large, colorful, less creepy sculptures reflecting an interest in sailboats.

A problem with Ms. Bontecou's work is it doesn't photograph well. This sculpture rocked my world when I saw it and led to the ones I do myself.

Another Lee Bontecou color piece. I saw an exhibit uptown of these in conjunction with her MOMA show and and they were all quite small.

More Bontecou, this time with bright colors on black, and still creepy.

I bid on this Bontecou etching on Ebay once. Alas, I didn't get to have it.

A little later in Ms. Bontecou's career and just as creepy as it was before.

Lee Bontecou made a name for herself in the 1950s by doing these big scary mixed media wall sculptures from canvas and found metal pieces.

Okay, Lee Bontecou, I've shown you some of her artwork a while ago in reference to how it affected my own pieces. It's interesting how many different styles she's had as she's been a serious artist since the 1950's.

One last Spencer Tunick, reminds me of the first one I saw with people lying in an alley near Pearl Paint when I worked there in the glory days.

More personal involvement than most of Spencer Tunick's group shots. Certainly more eye contact. In his second film Naked World, he travels the globe to take shots on every continent including Anartica, and it is worth renting the DVD to watch those nudes posing with the penguins.

Grand Central Station by Spencer Tunick. I have friend who's in there somewhere. I'd have been in there too if I had known about it in time.

More Spencer Tunick, taken some place in Ireland, same as yesterday. Love the harsh angles and rocks with the soft pink flesh of the humans.

The first of Spencer Tunick's films is Naked States. He travels the US to take a photo in each state, with very moving commentaries. My favorite image is of a very overweight woman with long curly hair posing on the rocks of the New Jersey side of the Hudson with the river and the World Trade towers in the background. She gets to feel pretty for the first time.

Love this, if I had a better printer, this is the Tunick I'd print for myself.

A more typical Tunick group image, shot in Ireland, using the human form abstractly. And if you go to his website, you can print any of these.

More Spencer Tunick, another Greenpeace glacier, amazingly cold feet.

This is from a series Mr. Tunick shot on a glacier for Greenpeace. Next I'll show you one of its companions that is the main page of his website, although I prefer this one. Imagine posing for this, laid out on that ice!

Originally I was going to start a series of posts about Lee Bontecou, but Jim Linderman mentioned Spencer Tunick in his blog and reminded me how much I like his work so I thought I'd show you why. He also made two really moving films about his process and people's ideas on nudity.

Okay, I take that back, Sparky falls under the corpulent category. But he is one of my favorite angels. Definitely my favorite of all my sculptures.

This is a rather bad image of the painting I did immediately after seeing the Jenny Saville exhibit at the Chelsea Gagosian gallery (which, if you are not familiar with it, is a monstrously huge space in a neighborhood of enormous old warehouse buildings). My first, and last, obese angel.

Alright, I get it, I've totally creeped you all out. Must be the mood I'm in, although I've been posting peaceful and serene images on my other blog site. So adieu to Ms. Saville, tomorrow I will show you something else.

Jenny Saville became famous about 10 years ago for doing these enormous self-portrait nudes. They were quite shocking because she depicted herself as grotesquely obese and her flesh would be pressed up against glass or seen from weird angles. Here is a photo of her, and she's not fat at all, at least not now. But neither is the nude I've selected here, really.

Grossed out yet? Really? I'm sorry. But once you get passed the subject matter, this is an amazing painting. Again, it's huge, and if you look a section of it, say between her lower eye and eyebrow, it's quite beautiful.

This painting, when I stood in front of it a few years ago made me cry. It was at least 10 feet high. The show was about brutality towards women. Some were figures, but most of it was heads that were morgue portraits.

Before I show you any more of my scary paintings, I want to show you my favorite artist who is alive today. Jenny Saville, brilliant, the girl can PAINT! Not only does she work this incredible images, they are beyond huge. Like ten or twenty feet. Prepare to have your socks knocked off.