Many of the pieces in these exhibits are available in the Five and Dime.
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Doodles: Made For You
A super fun series I did in 2018 based on my love of doodling love notes to my husband. My rudimentary drawings always involve just the basics, but are full of my love and adoration for him. These pieces are unique because they ARE NOT prints, but are small, individual 6" X 6" paintings and come with a display stand. They are LIMITED EDITION, and only 21 total are available. You can find them in my store under the PAINTINGS tab. <3
January 16, 2020 : Existing in Thought : Call for Art
Clark County Public Arts & Winchester Cultural Center
I was honored to be chosen to be included in this exhibit (a first).
Gallery photos below show the event and other artists exhibited.
Gallery photos below show the event and other artists exhibited.
Began 2011 : Collage Series
My collage pieces usually have no beginning intention or agenda, but are simply the result of my collecting of images. When my inner voice says stop, that is when my art gets its face. The randomness of this medium is the most appealing.
My collage pieces usually have no beginning intention or agenda, but are simply the result of my collecting of images. When my inner voice says stop, that is when my art gets its face. The randomness of this medium is the most appealing.
Began 2012 : Fashion Series
Fashion magazines are my guilty pleasure.
Style, cut, silhouette, fit, all of these elements inspire me.
As a designer looks at a ream of fabric and sees their entire collection,
I see the symbiosis of art forms as an open field for creating amazing work.
Fashion is my favorite subject.
Fashion magazines are my guilty pleasure.
Style, cut, silhouette, fit, all of these elements inspire me.
As a designer looks at a ream of fabric and sees their entire collection,
I see the symbiosis of art forms as an open field for creating amazing work.
Fashion is my favorite subject.
Began 2013 : The Nude Series
The reconciliation of one's female form between the true physical and the mind is a war never ending.
Sometimes you just have to see it.
Other's perception of yourself skews your own view ( good or bad ).
FORGET trying to compare yourself to media standards because you'll never win.
Life modification needs milestones and celebrations.
This is a study in personal view, public view, plateaus and what truth is. Comparing each with ones before, time and shape can be reflected upon. How long did the incremental changes take? What did I do to get there? How do / did these changes effect me, if at all?
The reconciliation of one's female form between the true physical and the mind is a war never ending.
Sometimes you just have to see it.
Other's perception of yourself skews your own view ( good or bad ).
FORGET trying to compare yourself to media standards because you'll never win.
Life modification needs milestones and celebrations.
This is a study in personal view, public view, plateaus and what truth is. Comparing each with ones before, time and shape can be reflected upon. How long did the incremental changes take? What did I do to get there? How do / did these changes effect me, if at all?
2001 : The Poet's Series
An exhibit created while taking a college poetry course, I created each art piece and poem as an addition to weekly required papers.
That summer, a collection had been born.
All pieces are 8.5" X 11", gouache on paper, with poetry.
An exhibit created while taking a college poetry course, I created each art piece and poem as an addition to weekly required papers.
That summer, a collection had been born.
All pieces are 8.5" X 11", gouache on paper, with poetry.
Began 2012 : Voices
This exhibit is a couple of years old, and still in it's infant stage.
The idea came with the first piece ( shown ) where I would create something then take it to the streets for comment and collaboration. "And That Day A Piece of Paper Fell" was exhibited at the Desert Wind's Veteran's Day concert, Nov. 11, 2012, and was featured in their program. Though the piece didn't get any notable commentary, it did begin a creative relationship with myself and the orchestra. I started doing paintings of their concerts the following year to "capture" their season in painting form. That symbiosis is what "Voices" is about.
This piece is a paper collage with a poem about the 9-11 NYC attacks, and can be read below.
Who knows what the next pieces will bring in this exhibit (or when I will create them) .... but they will be chronicled here.
This exhibit is a couple of years old, and still in it's infant stage.
The idea came with the first piece ( shown ) where I would create something then take it to the streets for comment and collaboration. "And That Day A Piece of Paper Fell" was exhibited at the Desert Wind's Veteran's Day concert, Nov. 11, 2012, and was featured in their program. Though the piece didn't get any notable commentary, it did begin a creative relationship with myself and the orchestra. I started doing paintings of their concerts the following year to "capture" their season in painting form. That symbiosis is what "Voices" is about.
This piece is a paper collage with a poem about the 9-11 NYC attacks, and can be read below.
Who knows what the next pieces will bring in this exhibit (or when I will create them) .... but they will be chronicled here.
And That Day A Piece of Paper Fell
September 11, 2012
collage on paper with poetry, 18" X 24"
the poem reads:
Amidst a morning we thought could never happen,
man made birds stormed the city.
Everyone froze.
We thought we were untouchable.
Hatred runs to the center of a person,
slices them like a busted mirror --
hate reveals a person and they become hollow.
They think they are untouchable.
I remember that morning vividly.
Dazed, hazed and convoluted by my own day.
Those buildings fell in a dream ...
I woke up.
I felt safe because I was untouchable.
Our Earth's rotation stopped.
The stars looks down in tears ...
Our Universe shuddered with vulnerability...
Everyone knew we've never really been untouchable.
September 11, 2012
collage on paper with poetry, 18" X 24"
the poem reads:
Amidst a morning we thought could never happen,
man made birds stormed the city.
Everyone froze.
We thought we were untouchable.
Hatred runs to the center of a person,
slices them like a busted mirror --
hate reveals a person and they become hollow.
They think they are untouchable.
I remember that morning vividly.
Dazed, hazed and convoluted by my own day.
Those buildings fell in a dream ...
I woke up.
I felt safe because I was untouchable.
Our Earth's rotation stopped.
The stars looks down in tears ...
Our Universe shuddered with vulnerability...
Everyone knew we've never really been untouchable.