Tag Archives: Folk Art

Watch over Our Children - original digital art

There is no update on the eviction threat or my sister. There's a temporary resolution to lack of transportation to see my therapist.

As always, I think of my sister every single day, just not every single second of every day.

I realize I focus on my brother's death more than my mother's. It reminds me very much of being a child who felt it was too dangerous to be angry with the abuser so she chose the safest route of blame and anger.

I can't touch my mother's dramatic exit without trembling. At least there are words to describe how I feel about my brother. I wasn't prepared for the changes his death would make in my life, but I'm not short on words, not by far. I could easily fill the heart of a violin telling him how it feels to be left this way. ...continue reading

www.sundrip.etsy.comSUNDRIP - Art for Life on Etsy is having a 35% off sale.

On sale now are all items in the Lupus CRSD category and all items in the Art Journal Originals category only.

Hop on over to Etsy, buy a bunch of stuff, then use coupon code LupusArtJournalOr17 for 35% off your total purchase. The sale is good until the 15th of the month.

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Lupus CRSD
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Art Journal Originals
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Jane's Flowers Bloom - Available Dr. D asked why African Americana is one of my favorite types of art. I like it because its simple. I like faceless black rag dolls and faceless black art. This little 4 x 7 piece is a simple illustration of country home life. It shows a mother and child in the garden with the flowers blooming in beautiful white all around. The mother gives her daughter a single bloom.

One of the other things I appreciate most about simple, primitive art is that I can give it my own story. Did a mother give her daughter a flower or did the woman gift her younger self? Did the younger person give the flower but the hand movement isn't shown? Was the flower given on impulse of love? Maybe it was the perfect flower for the perfect friend. In primitive art such as in "Jane's flowers Bloom," the story isn't spelled out for me in strict detail; it's hinted at and whispered through the field.  ...continue reading

Crystal - Let the Mountains Shake
Crystal : Let the Mountain's Shake

I HATED those other themes. They weren't me at all. I couldn't stand it, but Twenty Twelve is back. Lets hope things go better this time. I so missed you Twenty Twelve. I don't like change that much. This theme fits my needs. I like it and don't want to give it up.

You may still have to come to my site to leave comments because the comment option may not appear on the WP feed. Just know you are always welcome to the webpage.

Now I can stop obsessing over this site. The comments on the WP feed may not get fixed. I have no idea how to do it and my web mistress isn't available right now. Shoot. I was starting to wonder if it's even worth going all out to get a nice theme and arrange it. If people basically read from WP then they can't see updates to pages or that there's new information on the sidebar. I'll still update it though.

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The Girl Who Lost Her Bird 6 - available
"The Girl Who Lost Her Bird" 1

Right now I have Grace's face in front of mine like a self portrait. Her eyes are even with mine. She looks me in the face with confidence I didn't get to see grow. I don't even know how much time has passed because time means nothing to me.

I think of Grace quite often. There were times I really needed her here to hold me and times I wish I could have been there to hold her. I didn't realize her husband could persuade her to abandon me. After all the bonding she and I did, it took me by surprise that she would end our 16 year friendship if her abusive husband demanded it.

I know that Grace would have found a way to talk to me secretly but I already found it difficult being one of her secrets, I'd never consent to being pushed further back in her treasure chest labeled, "Nobody Knows". Who wants to be closed up in a dark chest and pulled out only when the other person finds time to steal?

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I can't remember the last time I slept so long, still I crumple my hand over my face with high anxiety. I keep cupping my mouth and nose with my hands teepee-style. My eyes dart around the room as if I'm looking for somewhere to go, yet I feel better than I have in days.

My shoulders tingle with anxiety and pain. I place my hand open palm on the center of my chest and rock. I can feel tears want to come, but they don't. I feel wild. I feel better than I have in days, yet everything I just described I've done since I started trying to write this entry, who knows how long ago.

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She Brings Home the Light - availableShe's long. Her body and imagination stretch far, farther than anyone expected. Flowers bloom around her in every known species. Flourishing are the petals of delicate purple flowers, blooms of soft blue, golden sun yellow and soothing buttercup. She is wrapped in the color of the rainbow and holds in her hand a shining star, a beaming star whose light she keeps in her heart.

A Little History
"She Brings Home the Light" started with a simple swirl in the middle of sanded Burch wood panel. I knew I wanted a young woman to be in the middle of growth, for her to be held by but I struggled to translate the idea on canvas. I put her up and took her down more times than I can count.

I knew I was getting closer to what I wanted but there was still something missing, so on the shelf she stayed. At one point I decided I should hang her up so as to see her daily and toss around ideas of how to accurately translate the image in my head.She Brings Home the Light - available

I refused to stray from the original vision.

As time went on, by time I mean years, I added a stroke here, removed a stroke there. Ah, then the end of 2016 came and the drive to finish her grew strong. After years of strokes, dots, dabs and flower petals I knew I accurately placed the image in my head onto the panel that patiently waited to be called 'finished'. I present to you a SUNDRIP - Art for Life original called "She Brings Home the Light."

Art Title: "She Brings Home the Light"
Art by: Faith Magdalene Austin
Media: Acrylic, ink on Burch board
Size: 11.3.5 x 7.5
Finish: Hand sealed, signed on front and back,
Style: Whimsical, African American Art

Original art can be purchased through PayPal or by visiting my Etsy shop. Please see the link on the sidebar for contact information and for the Etsy link. Have questions, don't hesitate to ask.

Thanks you for visiting Sundrip,
Faith

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Ariel Knew it Would Rain - SOLD
Ariel Knew it Would Rain - SOLD

I did not expect this painting to ever be chosen, to be taken home. I couldn't believe when I got the email telling me of the sale for "Ariel Knew it Would Rain."

She's art that's difficult to look at because, though she is silent, her face tells you everything. What use does one have for a few words when they are the picture worth a thousand? I'm amazed and touched that she was purchased, and humbled too.

Sometimes I am so raw with my art. It is clear I'm not a happy camper. It's clear the painting came from pain. When I do that I worry about saying exactly what the painting was about but recently I've taken more risks and just saying, hey, this is what I was thinking, this is what I felt before, during and after. It's a risk I'll continue to take because with art my voice is most authentic.

Faith

Folly - Available . Smirk - available   .

.Young Joker - Available    .Holding Out for More - Available  .

Sometimes Dr. D looks at my work and says, "This is disturbing".
So I say, "Thank you."

I'm more intrigued than disturbed. I notice all the commotion in each piece. Even though people The eye from "Smirk"are crammed together they're not connected, they're having their own experience....and so it goes with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Each has his own view of what's going on. Some are more in touch with 'reality' than others, but all feel disconnected, separate.

I feel like when I walk outside people can see I'm trying to keep myself in the here and now. I think they can see on my face that I'm fractured

At times it feels as though there's a swoosh of air that passes over my head, forcing it to bow. I hold it in my hands and rock. The more i rock the further away I get from the here and now, but part of it feels good, to just hide my face and rock back and forth. I close my eyes, block everyone out and rock. I can't stay that way too long.....

Jordan