Everyone said I shouldn't post new work on the blawg before the show, but I'm guessing none of you quailettes live anywhere near Bakersfield. So here's a secret unveiling, just for you, if you promise not to tell. (Because you're special. And I love you.) The title is a reference to and metaphor for my slow indoctrination into desert life after moving here from New York City. Persimmons are a staple of autumn here, and although I initially found them repugnant I'm happy to say I've adapted. Adapted and converted.
So here's my desert, likewise adapted, converted, and duly persimmon'd:
She Learned to Love Persimmons / oil on panel / 30 x 30 in. / 2010