Sarai gets caught mocking God.
Surrealism has come to mean reality made weird–by drugs, dreams, etc; my paintings are my conscious, lived experience. I love and require the breakfast-at-the-kitchen-table kind of ordinariness in my work, but it does not feel like life without (for example) a rhinoceros. A rhinoceros is not added to reality to make it weird. Without a rhinoceros, it is not reality. Personal, is what I call my work; the wholehearted embrace of personal perception.