Emerging Artist; Heart Attack

An anatomical drawing may not be considered romantic but the sum of the parts; a sheet of hearts rendered in Renaissance style is quite romantic. A beating heart lives to tell a story of love and passion and hidden desire. An old fashioned ode to an ancient thought. Altered heart - hanging over your heart.

Emerging Artist; Do Not Bend

She looked strong, certainly able to handle the beast; a python of extraordinary powers, making its way; slithering softly, quietly over her hands. The woman didn't twitch, not even flinch, or wink, or cringe. Fear...not this femme fatale.

Emerging Artist; Metal and Bits

From Hardware Bangle to bolts and washers and nuts...what wonders coexist. Priceless relics and copper inspiration...sparkly jingle sounds wrapped around my wrist inviting conversation and warding off malevolent spirits.

Emerging Artist; Waiting

Matching orange sweater vests. Urban gray ends in a point. Waiting seems terminal. The car comes around the bend, Brett Amory safely at the wheel. The wait ends.

From feathered head to skin covered limbs my oversized bicycle takes me to the dark land where blackbirds sing and ravens haunt. The moors call out for Steam Machine - begging my presence.

Emerging Artist; Blue Monday

"Blue Morning, blue Monday...was it this Monday or the next.Disheveled bed mess do not fret, the morning may be blue, but by the time the day is done there is nothing more to do, an orange evening and you will be happy through and through".

Emerging Artist; He Was A Worthy Chick

Oswald was a worthy chick. Never got into too much trouble and minded his own business. Days were spent wandering the farm...growing feathers...eating feed thrown to him regularly. All in all - a good life; an ordinary life.

Quiet

No name required when the horizon is waxy and the air is cold and waits with anticipation for a change. Wanderlust grips hold..tightly. Images lost in the distance. Untitled. Painting No. 7

Tangled

Tangled in Formation, storm clouds in my sight, dreams of escape hang discreetly in my waking thoughts. Five delicate friends transforming....

From Freetown

"This basket was filled with different kinds of cleaning stuff like soaps and brushes. While she came closer, her right hand grasped into her basket and she took out one of the brushes. While her eyes kept watching me she brought the brush close to her ear and posed like she was holding a mobile phone". Rini Hartman. She Is Our Hero.

Animals Can Dance

Bears do the salsa and bats hang around; crocs cha cha and owls act coy in this imaginative and surreal parallel universe. True romantics they are - just never noticed. Julia Pott humorously features their dancing talents and flirtatious flings. Bats and Birds and Bears Oh My! If You're On The Dance Floor....who woulda thought.