She’s a staple at the Renaissance Faire. A European beauty, noble and fair. She’s a lady, an enigma with an infectious smile, whose presence calls for a lens, any lens, to capture.
A legitimate comment sparked this post. I don’t know if the person was just being a social media denizen (where the goal is to tear down) or knew that I always create a scene for my art, with multiple angles worthy of expression to the lens, and decided to coax out another angle from me.Continue reading “A Question of Limits”
My take on Magenta, from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She’s strong, she’s weird, which is the best combination.
She waits on the shores of the Siren Sea, opposite the Fields of Unformed Desires. Her song calls to the pirate vessel that she will captain across the mists of the cerulean waters. Full disclosure, the pose/idea is based on a photo (not mine) taken of a friend on whom I’ve had a school-boy crushContinue reading “Sea of Dreams”
She’s seen the fall of the Dodo, the discovery of the Whalefish, the wholesale destruction of her kingdom. She’s battled the the trawlers, the whalers, and the dumpers. She bears the scars of an ocean in peril, of currents in collapse. She is the queen of the deep, the last Mermaid queen. Note, this couldContinue reading “The Mermaid Queen”
First came the odd lights at the window, then movement in the kitchen by the rear door. she knew not if it were British regular or beast, just that it was not welcome. She fired at the movement, but was unsure if she hit it. With little time to reload, she separated the bayonet fromContinue reading “The Visitor”
Weird title but better than ‘untitled.’ This portrait was a result of listening to Concrete Blonde music all day. There’s a couple songs about and older woman who outlasts the dudes she parties with. This is a representation of that, plus it’s normalizing beauty in aging.
I really don’t have anything artsy or insightful to say. I just wanted to create something with the single source strong light, and am ambient light, which was used a lot in Dutch / Northern Renaissance paintings. She’s bloody, she could use a shower, but she’s survived. Here’s the close-in.
For a few brief moments, there was peace as the battle faded into the distance, she looked around the remains of the building, which had once housed happy children of any town USA, before politics, demagoguery, and all-around hatred, driven home by media sensationalism caused an unrepairable rift in the country. She thought of thoseContinue reading “A Passing of the Quiet”