In progress
18"x24"
Graphite on paper
Mixed media: Chalk pastel, charcoal, paint
Ink on paper
8"x 10"
( Unavailable)
16” x 24”
colored pencil on Bristol
Oil paint on paper
(Available for sale)
9"x11"
Mixed media
#tuesday
#stickfigure
Oil paint on wood.
(Not available)
#angel #mourning
Mixed Media
9"x11"
(Unavailable)
Oil on canvas
( Unavailable for sale )
This image is based off of a play, how looks don't really matter. If your heart and mind are full of things like jealousy, spite and vindictive behavior or if you cast stones without considering your own position, then you are ugly where it counts. I was ugly where it counted the most for a very long time… alas, a new season begins. I'm learning, changing and growing to be beautiful where it counts now. I'm cultivating hope where despair once lived.
A painting I had done while being ‘homeless’. A transitional period in my life when I had realized that my family as I had known it, was dead. That I, in many ways, was dead.
Oil on canvas
16”x40”
Oil on canvas
12”x24”
Sculpting is priceless to me… To be able to form out a thought without deceptions of depth… To create real depth, a 3 dimensional piece that you can actually hold onto without having a frame included.. to be able to walk around the work and fully take in every angle of it… to me, is worth more than 1000 images…
Bronze 8 7/8"
(Not for sale)
Lidded jar with rose knob
So this folder is going to be used to depict some tumultuous manipulation and abuse tactics of my mother. I didn't realize my mom was a narcissist until 34.5 years in… some of the other sketches and work in this folding depict my other family members. This work is fully for my healing purposes. Although they are based off of truths I'm using this as a release method. I forgive my family, but that doesn't mean I ever want to see them again.
In progress
16”x24” acrylic on canvas
This is Bailey, a dog my mother was going to put to sleep just so I couldn't have her because I loved the dog. My daughter managed to rehome Bailey before she was put to death by my mother's hands.
This image depicted the thoughts that were conveyed to me the last time I was near my sister. She got pregnant to sacrifice another child because she isn't done “playing the game with him” her daughter and other son already got destroyed for her games.
Him being her new baby daddy/new abuser “Phil” because well that's what victims are all about… the same cycles and they always need a scapegoat? Which I'm curious who you're using as an excuse now I'm gone..
This one to me, is right up there with my mom in my eyes. Straight evil. There will be plenty of animations of them to come
