Marlene Struss - Painter

The hearse-like car glides through a cheerfully colored but chaotically ambiguous landscape that could be the rubble of days gone by or the organic material of the new planet.  Like history, the terrain is meandering and repeating itself, as the garland on a Christmas Tree, unrecognized from the cocoon of the car, which represents the life of an individual or a community swept along their treacherous mission oblivious of where they came from or where they are going.