When an acrobat dies, the Marionette Master carves a likeness of him in wood and attaches the marionette strings. This is both for economic reasons, and to keep up appearances. But this kind of strategy can't last forever in the American Cirque. The problem is that clowns and acrobats are in short supply.
I've been drawing wine angels since 1999 - when I unexpectedly landed in Sonoma, California and was completely overwhelmed by the wine culture. I make 3D sculptures of them @ Christmas out of rolls of scotch tape and in general, have had lots of fun with them. Sometimes you have to shake up your head to draw and drawing fantasy things does that for me.
I painted this a few years ago and a Jamaican couple bought it and brought it back to Jamaica with them. It's one of the paintings that makes me think about writing because there is a novel's worth of information on that flat canvas. Who are those folks? What makes them so happy? What is the joy about around that child? Lost and then found? Sick and then well? What's the relationship of all these folks? Who is the young boy? How does it happen that he knows the joy too?