Farrah's Glamour Center, acrylic and ink on canvas, 11" x 14" Order yours HERE! |
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Farrah's Glamour Center
What 70's/80's girl (and many a boy) didn't want to play with one of these?
Labels:
charlie's angels,
childhood,
classic,
farrah fawcett,
fun,
memories,
nostalgia,
retro,
television,
toys,
tv,
vintage
Thursday, January 14, 2016
They Visit
Sometimes I wake up from a dream expecting my mother to be asleep in the next room. The feeling is fleeting and usually followed by a brief sadness, like the period at the end of a sentence. Sometimes I wake up to complete clarity, well aware that she is no longer with us and that she hasn't been since New Year's Eve 1999.
On occasion, when I wake up from a dream in which she looked ill, the feeling that accompanies the realization that she is no longer living is relief. It is a strange thing, feeling relieved that a loved one is no longer within reach. That you will never again feel the safety of their embrace or hear their voice call out your name.
In most dreams, she is vibrant and healthy and beautiful. She is at her prime. These are the dreams that fool with your sense of time. They're the ones you try to fall back into, but never can.
I'd like to think that she visits me. I know how that sounds, especially from someone who rejects most aspects of religion and other-worldliness. Maybe is her energy. Maybe it's self preservation and good old wishful thinking, but I can't seem to shake the feeling that when loved ones depart, they aren't forever gone. They visit.
On occasion, when I wake up from a dream in which she looked ill, the feeling that accompanies the realization that she is no longer living is relief. It is a strange thing, feeling relieved that a loved one is no longer within reach. That you will never again feel the safety of their embrace or hear their voice call out your name.
In most dreams, she is vibrant and healthy and beautiful. She is at her prime. These are the dreams that fool with your sense of time. They're the ones you try to fall back into, but never can.
I'd like to think that she visits me. I know how that sounds, especially from someone who rejects most aspects of religion and other-worldliness. Maybe is her energy. Maybe it's self preservation and good old wishful thinking, but I can't seem to shake the feeling that when loved ones depart, they aren't forever gone. They visit.
They Visit, acrylic on canvas, 18" x 18" |
Monday, January 11, 2016
Rest in Peace David Bowie
What awful news to wake up to. The only way to describe David Bowie is...magic.
I painted this a few months back as part of my Day of the Dead series.
I painted this a few months back as part of my Day of the Dead series.
Ziggy Bones, acrylic and ink on canvas, 9" x 12" |
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Virgen
Virgen, acrylic on canvas, 8" x 10" This painting is available through Latin Pop Shop on Etsy. |
First Painting of 2016
This piece was painted as one of my entries to the upcoming St. Pete Mini Mural Show at Kahwa Coffee South. The opening reception is Saturday, January 9, 7-9 pm and promises to be quite the fun evening out. Check out the details here.
This painting was inspired by a magnificent mural by Brooklyn-based art team Morning Breath.
This painting was inspired by a magnificent mural by Brooklyn-based art team Morning Breath.
Four Eyed Magic, acrylic, aerosol and Sharpie on canvas, 16" x 20" |
Morning Breath's mural can be found on Central Ave. at 21st Street North, St. Pete, Fl. |
Labels:
Florida,
graffiti,
happy new year,
murals,
pop art,
public art,
Saint Petersburg
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