Work samples
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The Poet's Dream
4 ft by 4 ft latex paint on wood panel
A colorful Fauve-style painting based on a poem I wrote called "The Poet's Dream" honoring the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, who penned the poem "First Fig", which lauds living life to the fullest or "burning the candle at both ends".
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Making a Rabbit
8 ft by 4 ft Latex paint and Japanese markers on wood panel
A chaotic night time escape with Rotwelsch symbols guiding the way.
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About Sarah
Sarah Curry is a Baltimore city native and a former high school technology and math teacher with ten years combined experience working at both private and city schools and for non-profits. She taught Website Design, Computer Applications, Java, C++ Object Oriented Programming, Introduction to BASIC Programming, an Intro to Law class, and Geometry.
While earning her Bachelors Degree in Information Systems at the College of Notre Dame Of Maryland, she took as many art classes as… more
Kindergarten
4ft by 4ft latex paint and oil pastels on wood panel
This illuminated work is a surreal allegory of man’s earthly and spiritual journey with helper spirits (a Mother Mary figure and a Jesus Christ figure), harmful ones (the Grim Reaper), and neutral ones,( the Law --upper right corner, Wisdom--middle right side, and the Ego --upper left corner). Positioned in the lower right corner is a spirit wolf, another helper, howling his encouragement and celebrating the new pupil's first day!
A Christian cross shines brightly in the background. The Mary and Christ figures hold glowing scepters of power and both of their heart chakras are wide open with love and compassion. Beautiful auras radiate around them. The Ego is hooded and takes a back seat to Mary. The Law sports a helmet and armor and floats behind Christ. The Reaper bears his scythe, always ready for an opportunity to nab a soul. Wisdom presents as an ancient Chinese sage sporting long robes, a conical bamboo sedge hat, and a beaming, pointed staff of power.
This piece depicts the humble monkey's first day of school, with the earth shining like a glowing, mysterious orb. The monkey represents both man and mankind. Everything is entirely new to this curious student, who commands all the attention in the room! The monkey's lessons are to help him evolve physically, emotionally , psychologically, and spiritually.
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Kindergarten
4ft by 4ft latex and oil pastels paint on wood panel
A surreal allegory of man's spiritual evolution
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Christ figure with wings
Christ figure with beautiful wings: a benevolent guide on life's journey
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Mother Mary figure
Mother Mary figure: a benevolent guide on life's journey
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The new student
The new student: a monkey's first day of school (The monkey represents both man and mankind.)
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Our Earth
Our Earth (aka The Lesson). The earth is, also, a crystal ball of sorts ( a teaching tool) where the monkey can look and learn.
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Christ figure Close up with Aura
Christ figure Close up with radiating Aura and cross behind
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Mother Mary Figure Close up
Hooded Mother Mary Figure Close up with scepter of power
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The Hooded Ego
The Hooded Ego: an obstacle to perfect then overcome in life's journey
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The Grim Reaper
The Grim Reaper: Death with his scythe lurks as a reminder that one's body will die and the soul will be judged after death.
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The Spirit Wolf
The Spirit Wolf: an animal spirit guide, which will help man hone his instincts, sharpen his senses, and lose his fear of the wild.
The Law
4ft by 4ft latex paint and charcoal on wood panel
A figurative expressionist work of surreal characters against the background of a burning prison. This is a conversation piece that supports prison reform. The inmates and guards are all identified by numbers, which heightens the dehumanizing event.
Lost souls populate the foreground and angels fly to rescue and console.
Two victims (lower left, lower right corner) wear African symbols to express their plight. The Sankofa or heart-like symbol means “to go back and take”, typically it symbolizes the importance of “remembering and learning from the experience of the past”. The other symbol is the Biribi wo soro and means “God is in the heavens, let it reach me"-- a request for the almighty above to listen to his prayers, perhaps for forgiveness, help, understanding, or even salvation.
Four angels intercede: one in the upper left corner tries to lead a man out from a burning window, one at the front of the prison consoles the fallen, one flying atop the church anguishes over the scene, another larger angel with a lily (representing purity, innocence, and rebirth) directs other angels to the horrific scene. Notice how the flames threaten the small church as well--almost with intent.
The small heroic figure at the bottom reaches out to help a fallen comrade, illustrated only by a hand with a number, further emphasizing their invisible plight and suffering. The composition is a circular one where everyone points at everyone else.
Some of the prisoners are adorned with red halos to show that they have redeemed themselves against all odds.
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The Law
4ft by 4ft latex paint on wood panel
A surreal, figurative expressionist work depicting the problem of legal justice in America. Note how the flame like fingers reach out to ignite the church next.
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Prison Guards
Two haunted prison guards (one young, one old) doing their difficult daily job with diligence
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Three dead prisoners
Three dead prisoners: victims of the fire that could not be saved
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The inferno
Prisoners trying to escape the blazing inferno that has almost fully engulfed the prison.
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Chastised souls
Chastised souls with bowed heads that cannot look directly at the burning prison
Note how the features and expressions are scratched out to emphasize the suffering and sorrow of their hard lives.
I used my fingers to search and scratch into the paint for faces like a divining rod looking for water.
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The Guard's Finger
The Pointed Finger of Judgement
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Don't look away
Don't look away : A redeemed prisoner points to himself.
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A Redeemed Prisoner
An emotionally distraught Redeemed Prisoner with a number on his neck and a red halo
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20053
A close up of prisoner 20053
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A Hero
A hero tries to save a fallen comrade by grabbing his hand. The sole hand that reaches out shows how he is literally all but lost.
The Poet’s Dream
4ft by 4 ft latex paint on wood panel
A Fauve-style depiction honoring the poet Edna St Vincent Millay. In this poem-inspired painting, the work stays close to the poem hence: the frolicking puppy and kitten, the falling nickels and dimes (along with the letters that spell out her name), the chaise lounge for lovers, the effervescent champagne, the burning candle with a reflection on the dresser ("the candle that burns at both ends"), her flowing Victorian dress, the spacious room, the ghostly art muse outside, etc.
Note: With her fiery hair and crown and yellow dress dripping white lace, she is the candle herself on fire with the gift of poetry! The exploding champagne bottle is symbolic of her words and poems that erupt just as explosively. The vertical, gold triangles are her energy centers (chakras), open and fired-up, which facilitate her poetic output. The cavorting puppy and kitten with red halos are symbolic of the divine masculine and feminine energies (Shiva and Shakti) that awaken in a divine creative dance.
The grumpy, sleeping white cat curled on the rug offers a little comic relief in this delightfully animated scene. The fountain outside the window echoes the flow of the poetic gift manifesting inside the room.
The Poet’s Dream
Morning breaks like a cracked egg,
I wake as Edna St. Vincent Millais!
How’s that for the start of a day!
I’ll have the best of everything:
Champagne, a farm in the country, and a puppy!
I’ll stand on my chair
orating to the reflection there
with the gleaming, red hair
and ghostly skin;
I’ll twirl and spin in Victorian silk;
Maybe I’ll buy a soft Persian cat
to lightly lap milk!
The rooms will have high ceilings
fresh flowers, big windows
open to sky and tree.
I will play hide and seek
with my muse outside—
my puppy in tow!
Oh, the places I’ll go!
My eyes will be twice their size!
My ears and heart the same—
just like hers!
They will surely do—
and just like hers,
my candle will flame at both ends, too,
lighting the world around like
Fourth of July fireworks
Or New Year’s at Times Square!
Oh, how I long to go there!
How folks will stare
as I sashay by with admirers
and young poets hanging
on my every word!
Oh, to be heard, to be heard—
that is the dream!
My hands will fly like little winged birds;
my dainty feet will glide across streets
with paparazzi in chase,
but they won’t out pace
the Poet of the Ages, born for big stages,
Oh, how she engages me
from the inside out—
though I don’t now how!
The sweet, blessed mystery of her—mine from the inside out!
I’ll wear her spirit as my gown,
Her soul as my crown,
Her smile as my jewels
Now I have all the tools
to be heard, to be heard!
The new bard with sacred word,
the new bard with sacred word!
I’ll sleep on a canopy bed
with portraits of other lady poets
At its head;
Lovers will lounge and frown
As I lay my wise words down!
My pen and pad next to me
at all times
to capture those glorious rhymes
like falling nickels and dimes.
Oh, how I’ve changed!
My long, swan neck cranes;
My long tapered fingers
alight with flame!
What pageantry in my moves!
What art in my heart!
The words dance
from my mind to my hand
to the page
like lightening falls!
All the world enthralls:
the mountains, the rivers, the streams!
All wild life— it seems—
are my friends!
I am their queen; they worship me
as I worship them!
We bend and blend together
In beautiful harmony!
Now I am their eyes and ears
and mouth
just like she is mine!
Oh, state divine! Oh, state divine!
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The Poet's Dream
4 ft by 4 ft latex paint on wood panel
A colorful Fauve-style painting based on a poem I wrote called "The Poet's Dream" honoring the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, who penned the poem "First Fig", which lauds living life to the fullest or "burning the candle at both ends".
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Champagne bottle
The exploding champagne bottle that flows like her words
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Edna Millay
Edna Millay spelled out in coins "dropping like nickels and dimes"
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The Candle
The candle that burns at both ends
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Chakras
Close up of Chakras that are fully open and radiating creative energy
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The Muse
The muse inspiring Edna St. Vincent Millay from outside
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Pets
Shiva, Shakti, and Grumpy Cat
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Shakti
The haloed kitten representing Shakti: the divine female energy needed for creation
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Shiva
The haloed puppy representing Shiva: the divine male energy needed for creation
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The Grumpy Cat
The Grumpy Cat that barely tolerates the festivities as he tries to sleep. Notice the lack of halo!
Making a Rabbit
4 ft by 8 ft latex paint, Japanese markers, glitter glue on wood panel
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Making a Rabbit
Two unwanted boys escape at night with Rotwelsch signs and symbols (zinken) to guide them to safety. The smaller boy holds an outstretched knife for protection. The older boy drags most of their meagre belongings. An apocalyptic abstract scene chases them.
"Welsch" means incomprehensible, and "rot" is derived from the word beggar. The language is a mixture of Low German, Yiddish, Hebrew, Latin , and Czech with a high German substrate. It was used by beggars, outlaws, migrants, and those without papers.
The many symbols provided a guide to the dangerous road. Some warned of peril, others pointed to safe houses, food, water, etc.
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End Close up
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The Last Ride or The Nevermore
4 ft by 4 ft latex paint on wood board
A colorful, child-like cautionary tale depicting a lurid ride on a suicide train—an homage to Poe, Hemingway, Woolf, Plath, and other poets and writers, who succumbed to the siren call of Death.
A giant raven against the backdrop of a blood red moon collects the small coins from a long line of poor unfortunates. Notice the halo on the young woman in black, who's first in line--even good souls succumb to the temptation to ride! Lost and wandering souls haunt the station, including a witch, and a naked woman-- ashamed and screaming. Hungry fish and crayfish wait patiently for the coming feast. A macabre conductor waves with sheer glee as the train pulls up. The ghost of Ernest Hemingway haunts the foreground with two crossed shotguns at his side. (I wrote the poem first, in this case, and the painting came afterwards.)
The Last Ride or The Nevermore
The best sound, that I listen for now
from bed
Passes once an hour, full of tug and power:
The night train whistles, ripe with baleful warning;
Boxcars jammed packed with freight,
And heavy on the turning--
A weary conductor, sounding that sad warning,
Blowing to avert some distant tragic fate,
But always with the chance that
it will be too late.
Under the Expressway
just across the Jones Falls,
It blasts past like a desperate
madman and gives no quarter,
Where as kids, we caught shiny
crayfish and wiggly silverfish
With homemade nets
from the dark, murky water—
To keep as pets (I never will forget!) —
crawdads to all you Confederates!
It races in my mind as well
Is it even real? I can hardly tell
But nevertheless it choos, chugs, and chuffs,
—One day soon, I will surely call its bluff
I love and crave that doleful sound:
that piercing drawn out whistle
Like hope in emptiness, like a heartbeat crying
Like a wounded animal dying—
maybe a whale that’s lost its calf,
With its giant heart cut in half,
full of labor and of loss
—A track I cannot cross,
And that’s when that train sound the I used to love,
goes beyond and above
And rises to earsplitting deci-bells,
til I can find no true north, nor any tells
To find my way out of this new burning hell
Where I can plainly see:
A host of ghostly grieving guests,
that look a lot like me!
Lost souls, traveling on the rumbling,
stumbling pain train
That choos, chugs, and chuffs:
London, Woolf, Poe, and Plath
Full of sadness, rage, and wrath,
all in need of a really good bath!
When I can no longer stand to look,
I grab my new dog-eared book,
say my goodbyes with harried haste--
I do not look but stagger and race
Like scalded bat or skinny cat
chased and chastised by withered witches
Alight on brooms with swords and switches.
I waft like smoke sucked back by night
Fading swiftly as winter’s light,
And as that devil train disappears from sight
with buckling door and crumbling floor,
I scream with all my half-mad might:
Nevermore, nevermore!
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The Last Ride or The Nevermore
4 ft by 4 ft latex paint on wood panel
A colorful child-like cautionary tale depicting a lurid ride on a suicide train—an homage to Poe, Hemingway, Woolf, Plath, and other poets and writers, who succumbed to the siren call of Death.
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The Raven
A giant raven accepts a small coin as fare for a ride on the train named: The Nevermore!
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Suicide Train
The ghost filled train with a frenzied conductor of Death with skeletal arms and fingers hanging out of the window
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Hemingway
The ghost of Ernest Hemingway in front of the Suicide train-- a famous writer that killed himself with his own gun
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First in Line
A terrified young women goes first in boarding the Death train.
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Next in line
A frightened young man, who is second in line to board the suicide train, looks like he may be having second thoughts about boarding.
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A defeated Hemingway
The ghost of Ernest Hemingway with two shotguns crossed at his side
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An escaped female passenger
A lost soul and a crawdad that lurks by. This poem is dedicated to her.
Lost Girl
The love in my heart glows like a burning coal;
It moves me forward slowly inch
by inch.
Nothing burns like the charred remains of a forgotten memory.
Why do we travel so much further for the other than for ourselves?
Why do we cannibalize ourselves
And find the meal wanting?
Why do we carry the weight
of the dead?
The hysterical laughter of the fallen never leaves my ears.
Every tear a testament to lost love.Bottle caps and alcohol tell the invisible tale:
Where’s the girl, where’s the girl?
I’m so sorry I dragged your cold lifeless body
and expected a resurrection.
I cut myself in penance.
The grieving, bleeding, eviscerated fool,
I drag your heavy body and pray
for redemption
That never comes;
I anoint your dry mouth
with water
And eat the frost of nowhere.
Who will find me?
Broken staff, dried lips, lost wits
I have traveled so far outside myself
When I was here the whole time.
I crawl on all fours,
Begging mercy of myself.
But how do you hug eternity,
Wring salvation from dry veins,
Penance from frozen bones?
Regret and shame the only salve
For bad luck, lost hope, lost dreams.
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Hemingway
A close up of Ernest Hemingway in ghoulish green and black with smatterings of red. The details have been scratched into the paint.
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The Scream
A woman with a lurid, red aura screams out in agony at the station
Outdoor Scenes with Figures
4 ft by 4 ft latex paint on wood panel
Lively outdoor scenes that celebrate nature in all its vivid, lush glory with humans enjoying their blessed place and reveling in the verdant bounty.
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Family Outing
4 ft by 4 ft latex paint on canvas
Family Outing
A family enjoys the bucolic outdoors. The visceral figures are transparent and radiant with the same energy emanating from nature, reflecting the symbiotic relationship. The earth and humans are literally interdependent energy fields made up from the same chemicals that make up our universe (stars, planets, solar systems, etc.).
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The loving parents
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Father and Boy holding hands
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Mom waving towards village
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A child spins like a whirligig
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Naked
4ft by 4ft latex paint on wood panel
An expressionist painting portraying a frenzied scene with three raucous, reveling hedonists cavorting in their own personal apocalyptic garden of Eden
In "Naked" we see much joy and celebration, but at the same time the slashed and distressed paint points to an inevitable disintegration built into both our bodies and the environment. Dust to Dust.
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Close up
A male reveler holds a female revelers hand
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Close up
A male reveler gives a fist pump
Cat Portraits
2ft by 4ft latex paint, oil pastels, and vine charcoal on wood panel
Mysterious and wise feline friends merge with colorful, textured, swirling, kinetic backgrounds that mirror their unique kitty worldview.
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Feeding Time
2ft by 2ft latex paint, oil pastels, and charcoal
In Feeding Time the colorful, frenzied, erratic background reflects the cats super eyesight, hearing, and sensitivity to their environment. I’ve endeavored to show how they see the world, basing my deductions on their actions as well as what is known about their spidey senses.
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Feral Cat Close Up
The slit eyed cat waits eagerly for her meal. Her fierce expression says she will fight for it. She will not let you pet her.
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Feral Cat Close Up
I call this one Winston Churchill. He's a tom that lives behind the closed factory. He will share his meal with a bigger racoon or fox.
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Mark Making Close up
Mark Making Close up: Both cat and background are drawn with bold sweeping strokes of charcoal to capture the spirit and pace of their world
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Monroe's Cats
2 ft by 4 ft latex paint, oil pastels, and charcoal on wood panel
The abstract background in Monroe's Cats is yarn-like and webbed. In places it resembles a cuneiform like language, maybe kitty-speak! (In this project, I wrote the poem first, and was then inspired to create the painting.)
Masterpiece or Monroe’s Cat
Sweet calico cat
The size of a shoe
Curled comfortably
In the crook of
A chair
With the stark
White whiskers
And soft jade eyes
of a sage
chinamen
The universe mirrored
In your perfect shape
Gods voice In your
Plaintive meow
So much wisdom
Love and patience
In the limpid pool
Of your soulful eyes
The neat curve
Of your tucked tail
The fine shivs
Of your sharp claws
The divine crackle
Of your charged coat
How you chastise me
With your fine
disposition,
Gleaming fur,
Fierce prowess
The elegant dignity
Of a Royal
A king with no crown
A worthy rival
To Mona Lisa’s
Famous smile
The mundane
mystery of a forgotten
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Domestic Cat Close up
Domestic Cat Close up: The younger cat is curious and playful. He loves the outdoors.
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Domestic Cat Close up
Domestic Cat Close up: The older cat is more sedentary and likes to stay indoors. He likes to rest on warm laps.
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Domestic Cat Close up
A sweet face and disposition with glowing green eyes and silky black coat
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Domestic Cat Close up
Domestic Cat Close up--A smaller, older cat with huge empathetic eyes, a sibylline disposition and a coat of many colors
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Tangle
A detailed super close up: A tangled maze that reflects a cats complex personality and also yarn and string
Lovers in Awe
2 ft by 4 ft latex paint, oil pastels, and charcoal on wood panel
An abstract depiction of two lovers embracing. They meld together as one being. Lines of super-charged energy connect them, and an aura of rainbow colors surround them. (The poem came first, then the painting.)
Lovers in Awe
Lovers in awe fret
and pen poetry;
Finger fleeting words,
worn rosary,
Ask penance and forgiveness
for sins not yet born,
Caress velvet rose,
stroke barbarous thorn.
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Lovers in Awe
2 ft by 4 ft latex paint, oil pastels, and charcoal on wood panel
An abstract depiction of two lovers embracing
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Heads and Arms
Close Up of Heads and Arms
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Torso and Upper Legs
Close Up of Torso and Upper Legs
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Lower Legs
Close Up of Lower Legs
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Male and Female Suffering Figures
3ft by 5ft distressed latex paint on wood panels
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A Thousand Cuts
3ft by 5ft distressed black and white latex paint on wood frame
This gentleman slashed with a thousand cuts is a physical depiction
of the emotion, psychological, and spiritual stress and damage
inflicted on poor men in our society, especially those of color on a daily basis.
His hands up express his exasperation and coerced surrender, but also
shows the world the lacerations and scars that have been inflicted on him.
His powerful body and large, strong hands make the injuries even more
difficult to fathom. He is a modern day Christ figure, dying one day and cut at a time.
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The First Cut
3ft by 5ft distressed black and white latex paint on wood frame
This lacerated woman depicts the abuse and damage inflicted on
poor woman, especially those of color in our society on a daily basis--
particularly from men.
Her flowing tears and cracked skin echo both her pain and plight. She holds
innocent unborn twins protectively in her womb, cradling them in her arms.
Her milk flows in tearful trickles. Her hair radiates out to distant stars
that illuminate the dense blackness with their pinpoints of light.
The first cut is also symbolic of the crushing pain of childbirth and bearing
and raising children often with little or no help.
As the creator and protector of life on this planet, she should
be cherished and venerated! She is the heart of the world,
which is why she appears both earth-like and celestial in
this image.
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Lacerated Face
Close up of Lacerated Face
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Gouged Features
Close up of the Gouged Features
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The Womb
Close up of the leaking breasts and full womb
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Crying Face
Close up of Crying Face with closed eyes
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Tiny Scars
Close up of fractured scarring on face
Portraits and Figure Studies
Various samples of my Portraiture and Figure Drawing in different media
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Portrait of Lester Bill
4 ft by 4 ft latex paint and Japanese markers on wood panel
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Cloe Up
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Baby
22 inches by 30 inches latex paint on wood panel
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Jeffrey
22 in by 30 in latex paint and oil markers on wood panel
Jeffrey
The fractured and chaotic background in the formidable portrait of Jeffrey echoes his sharp personality and the splintered state of his psyche, battered but strengthened by life challenges and hardships.
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Hunger
2ft by 4 ft latex paint, oil pastels, and vine charcoal on wood panel
A portrait of the hungry fox that eats the cat food at the Woodberry studio. Her pillar-like legs are planted firmly on his turf; her cunning brow furrowed and insistent on her right to partake at God’s table.
Her direct stare and bristling fur, along with the super charged background that reflects her plight make for a formidable encounter. (The poem came first! I decided to omit the babies to keep the focus on the formidable fox.)Hunger
Foxy fox
Forages forth,
Hungry kits—
Noses north,
Keep tight to
Mother’s wing,
Keen for supper,
The only thing
To fill soft bellies
Fuel first feet
That skitter and scamper
Sometimes retreat.
Wed tight as glue
To mother’s shadow—
Midnight blue,
Russet coats
And eyes of coal
Ferret forth
On dewy paws,
Sniff and skitter
As daylight crawls.
Across the littered
Scarred landscape,
They marshal on
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Study of St Jerome
Saint Jerome in his Study
Semi-distressed Frame
11 in by 14 in Oil on Canvas
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Vincent
A portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
Distressed yellow frame
14 in by 18 in oil on canvas
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Figure Study
Figure Study 2
16 in by 20 in Charcoal on Paper
An expressive model thinking
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Figure Study
Figure Study 3
16 in by 20 in Charcoal on paper
An athletic model posing with disk
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