Moving from Salt Lake

It is time and I am shedding paintings from the past. Trying to find homes for those paintings who need visual love and confection (that's right confection not affection).
Had a yard sale this past weekend and sold a few for cheap, they just need homes instead of lazing in the corners of my studio wondering when they will venture beyond the land of lost (toys)...art.
Here is the deal. I saw an interest from a visual crowd I didn't intend to attract. I have a slew of wooden supports I was keeping to paint over: I had chopped old paintings down. now they appear as abstract works of art.

Fracture creation. Unintentional attraction. Art's imperfection perfected.