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I had no idea there would be a series of paintings called PTSD but there is. . .


In PTSD No3 there's a river that flows from the sky right through the woman, past the eyes and forms the figures dress. The dress runs over the brick wall and simply stops. The paint on the brick wall has bits of stone mixed in making this piece multidimensional. I had to mix in a bit of stone with the sunflower painting because sunflowers in stone is significant to me. There are also tiny little details, layer upon layer of color and edge to edge movement which all comes together to form PTSD No3 Whisper.

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Faith M. Austin

Sweet, sweet Gardenia why won't you smile?
The earth offers the power of blossoms as the
Heavens exhale in color
Sweet, sweet Gardenia, why won't you open your eyes?
Crumbling soul, child of despair
Please I say, open your eyes.

Poem and painting are Copyright @ Sundrip.com All rights reserved

Painting details: 4 x 6 mixed media painting, wood crackle medium, black folk art child, eyes closed, purple and red dress. Signed, dated, mounted on black mat. A handwritten copy of the poem is included with the painting.

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F. Magdalene Austin

Sold on 12/29/10 .

Pull to Pieces is a small oil painting (5 x 7) created with the aide of a toothpick. One of the fun things about this painting is that it is painted whole and strong at the top but it begins to crack and mute towards the bottom.

...continue reading "Pull to Pieces"

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Goodbye flowers, hello cold.  It seems during the cold I've lost artistic inspiration so I filled my sketch diary with paintings inspired by lack of inspiration.

Goodbye sunny flowers. It's oh so cold these days.

Goodbye flowers

The sun rays have left, they took with them my ability to create.

Cold Outside

At the table in my under pants I sit and wait.

Inspiration

...continue reading "Diary of an Uninspired Artist"

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