Honored to be part of this exhibition.🙏
Coming soon!!! The spice must flow!! DUNE: A SCI-FI ART SHOW
OPENING NIGHT, 1 DEC, 7 - 11 PM
Fantasy cult favourite novel Dune by Frank Herbert comes alive. @kult.gallery
This was inspired by a professional artist that a forgot the name of unfortunately.
This is supposed to symbolize all the people of the world(as represented by all the colors) working together as one(represented by the giant hand) to accomplish one goal(the weight). The galaxy in the background represents the endless struggles to accomplish the goal(s). .
I forgot to post this when I made it lol, so unfortunately there are marks from the pencil rubbing on the other side of the paper, but oh well.
Finally some new art comin’ atcha! Had to wait to post this guy because it was a commissioned piece that a friend asked me to paint as a gift for her husband on their wedding day. How amazing is that?! We decided on the name “Wild is the Wind”, because her hubs is a jazz pianist so it’s named after that snazzy tune by the incredible Nina Simone. Lovelovelove 💕💕💕
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i don't like my mind right now, stacking up problems that are so unnecessary. wish that i can slow things down. i wanna let go but there's comfort in the panic. and i drive myself crazy, thinking everything's about me. i drive myself crazy, cause i can't escape the gravitiy. i'm holding on, why is everything so heavy? holding on, to so much more than i can carry. i keep dragging around what's bringing me down, if i just let go i'd be set free. holding on - why is everything so heavy?
The three month break that I took from my colored pencil work was really starting to bother me, so I got back into it with about 5-6 hours of work over the last few days. There is not a major change here from my August post, but I expect to do a lot more in the next week. Most of the drawing done in this update has been on the in-focus flower below the bumblebee and near the bottom of the page, which is shown in one of the close-up photos if you scroll over. That image also shows the little hash-marks that I make in order to lay out the various parts of the image, translating pixel coordinates in the digital photo to physical locations on the paper.
Overall, if I can keep up this drawing motivation along with the high level of photography motivation that I've had recently, this should be a productive period. We'll see, since my desire to draw and shoot - or to put extra time into my day job - always waxes and wanes a little unpredictably.
[Caran d'Ache Luminance 6901 colored pencils on Canon Mi Teintes "Anise"-colored drawing paper, 14" x 11" (36 x 28 cm), about 125 hours]
Professionally-created prints are available of my previous works, including either photography or drawing. DM me if you're interested. 11" x 14" (36 x 28 cm) for $47 including shipping within the US, but I can make any size.
I am a silhouette of darkness, so often misunderstood and taken for granted
I am a wave of white light that absorbs all the trauma and agony of all who’ve enter my spectrum
I am black and white, as I never knew a shade of grey. Often moving from one extreme to the next
I am a tweed patchwork quilt, sewn together by dreams, and patterned by all who’ve broken me.
Sometimes, I am sunshine yellow, on my brightest days when the coffee is just right and the leaves are crisp;
I am blush, my cheeks rosy red at the sight of love, an elderly couple hand in hand, or a friendly smile from a stranger.
I am forest green, as I lay in the grass, careless, and I am one with nature.
Though, I am ivory, as I willingly give endless miles, for those who’ve only asked for a mere inch…
As I am burnt umber, an open book and a good read: read by all the wrong people, in all the wrong places
I am made of porcelain; the naive girl in the fairytale, who tries to the save wolves, rather than running away from them
I am blue, for when the days seem endless and there is too much time in the world…
Or perhaps crimson red, when bad decisions roar like a broken record, and I find myself asking “why me…” I am never grey, and my bones aren’t made of steel. They’re alabaster white, and fragile as rose pedals. | 🥀 #art . | poem by me.