Progress on this piece is coming along nicely. The original remains untouched. A copy in my sketchbook was to be a study for a painting in oil but I don’t think I’m going to do that. I like the two pieces and will not do another. What started out as black and…
Category: Surreal
Three of Diamonds and Ink on Paper
About: There are three main faces in this abstract art piece. As the painting unfolds with diamonds, checker boards, stripes and squares, two small figures stand firm with their backs to one another. Details: There are plenty of details. Swirls bump into squares and triangles, circles join checkers and faces…
Broken Pieces
My Face My Art, wearing the illustration Machinery Two My goal is to do a video of My Face My Art. That can be expected by the end of the month. Me
Nesting Place; for rest, sight and purpose.
Abstract beginnings grew into a trio of birds resting in the hair of a young woman. This Asian flair painting shows her rooted in the earth, facing forward at the flowers that stand tall. There aren’t as many flowers as before, she might think, but there are indeed flowers. Her…
Sangria and Me
“Sangria” stands in my Etsy shop full of surrealism and color. The terracotta tone woman with blue hair thinks nothing of the raven that flew in the door. Why should she, after all, she’s got a house inside a house, evergreen trees shaped like arrows and large sunflowers coming from…
Artist’s Thoughts – This is me 1
I am having the hardest time finishing this entry. The objective is simple, write a bit about who I am from several different angles. Before anything at all I am human. That puts me on equal ground with everyone. The second thing I am is a Christian in training. I…
Like Girls Do – My Face My Art
To combine art scribbled in black ink, inked in with deep blue, crimson and yellow can be sobering. To add these art pieces as a collage over the face they affect was to show that Lupus is more than what you read on a blog. It’s more than the art…
Everything – Fast forward
DECEMBER 27,2015. Times 32 on the multifunctional remote, flash blurred scenes for you. My eyes have processed them all, bit by bit, no translation of hue or tone lost to speed. I see. I hear. I can’t make it stop. Pulled plugs, short circuit, a hundred failed attempts to rewire….
A Month of Strings 1
This may look familiar. I’ve had it forever. “The Tin Man”. He also reminds me of a puppet on strings and the need for freedom. From what? From the things that wrap around pnd me. I feel tangled. I feel lost, pulled in several different directions, floating above unstable ground….
The Hide and A Little While Longer
I look at the drawing called “The Hide” and question how much I should reveal concerning it’s symbolism. I’m sure if viewed long enough it will interpret itself without me or anyone else having uttered a word. However, if one word were to wrap up how I felt as the…