Friday, November 5, 2010
The Makings of a Portfolio, Part 1
Friday, October 29, 2010
Artist Statement
I would like to expand my portrait work, not only in charcoal mediums but in the photography field as well. I would love to work on larger scales beyond what can be accomplished in a studio. I would like to graffiti portraits on the sides of building and covered bridges. Somewhere where it would be shared with everyone, and not just through word of mouth. I want to leave a literal mark on the world that is for the better. I want to promote my beliefs with my work and really reach out to people in the community. I love how images can sometimes reach out louder than any words and I look to accomplish that in my future works.
My current theme is mostly to do with the human form and capturing body language. I find the human body to be both sensual and powerful. I studied anatomy and the human body through my career in dance and choreography which helped better my understanding of how our bodies operate and how I can depict them in my work. I’m not sure why I first went towards human forms but I am certain that I enjoy it and look forward to continuing my work with live models and human subjects.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Juxtaposition
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Portraits Portraits!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Under the Sea, prints from nature
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Things We Never Stop To See
Saturday, January 16, 2010
That Girl I Usually Refer To As One Of My Favorite People
Love is so colorfully beautiful
said the man with no sight.
I saw it once,
his smile gleamed with delight.
As he gazed off to one side,
he told a story to the other,
his face as bright as sunshine,
and his aura an array of colors.
He spoke of his turn with love
like a blossoming flower,
built up to full bloom,
then withered to powder.
Even after his tale
his smile still shown through,
so I had to ask
“Why, I thought she left you?”
He smiled even bigger,
and leaned me in real close.
Then whispered so faint
even quieter then a mouse.
She may have left me physically,
with her voice no longer heard,
but inside she is always here with me
And I believe that word for word.
As my smile began to arise,
I had to give it to the man,
he said everything I ever felt,
In a way I never can.