Prints
The lone central female figure takes center stage in this enigmatic graphic print. Surrounded by swirls, flourishes and hidden faces she stands soulfully with her washed-out skin-tone of the palest peach and faded cool greys amidst a whimsical backdrop of colors. A quiet heroine who speaks volumes in this surrealist dreamscape.
In a post-apocalyptic future of forgotten alternate past stands our humble hero. Lovingly remember in this stand-alone portrait they stand amongst whirls and swirls as well as linework in a myriad of hues. Crimson locks ever their crowning glory sit atop a skull-like mask with strands of bead adorning the neck like badges of honor. What secrets lie within this mysterious soul?
A singular fighter stands at the ready, resilient in their cause with fiery plumes of hair erupting from their crown. Imagined military portraits of yore meet vivid colors in the musings of the artist. What strange battles has this person seen in the name of everlasting glory?
She stands proudly arms stretched back, with a twinkle in her eyes and a slight smile on her pursed lips. Curvaceous, sensual and alluring some might even say a modern symbol of body positivity. Ever the goddess she stands tall and her ice cream like hair towers as her multicolored crown. Do not be fooled though, as they say, Heaven Hath no fury as a woman scorned.
Anatomical activity permeates this artwork. Stylization balances with fine details against a background of dirty acidic green. Feel the heartbeat and pulse with creative energy while shapes and brush strokes give atmosphere and life to this work just as the human heart does.
If eyes are the window to the soul how do you imbue a portrait with no eyes with that presence? The irony being that many of those known for clairvoyance were blind prophets. Those without traditional sight being granted a sight and senses greater than our own. An eerie human figure stands before you from times gone by but an apt metaphor for modern living.
Contentment or Bliss personified held here in this figure. Glide away on billowy clouds of whipped cream or some other sweet fluffy confection to your personal slice of cloud nine. Whether it be the mythical Shangri la or the misty mountain town of Brigadoon hold close to you this elation and joy, breath deep and let the sweet sensation wash over you.
A stoic feminine figure lures you in with her deep all-knowing eyes, eyes that seem to follow across the room. Her eyes like deep pools seem to ask you all the questions you have trouble even asking yourself. Her electric blue hair suggests her connection to past, present and future realms. Do you dare to ask? Do you already know?
Weather peacefully gliding into the land of Nod or spooky and ominous like the boat from hell down the river Styx he comes. A symbol of dreams and sleep he had the unconscious ear of mortal men, gods, and kings. On a jet-black bed of ebony, he sleeps surrounded by bouquets of poppy.
Restful slumber awaits our figure with washes and shades of calming blue enveloping her tilted head. Graphic lines radiate outward like the dreams of tomorrow waiting to be realized at the break of a new dawn. Her hair flows like the gentle waters of a small bucolic stream down towards the soft serene tones of grey.
Our figure now floating in space attenuated and elongated not tethered to any earthly plane. Stretched and aloft drifting along, hair ablaze careening towards what we do not know. Flying too close to the sun? Or Another trip down the rabbit hole?
