Treerific...yes, I went there...sorry.
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Wooden Wonderings...
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So, I have the chance to start creating anything I want, anything at all... and what do I choose? An artwork to adorn my son's wall... Can anyone say sucker?
The tree will meander up the wall and arch over and across some of the ceiling and the man-hole in the ceiling; effectively camouflaging the entrance.
The Green Fairy...
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She is drawn with the cheapest, nastiest, but-oh-so-effective, coloured pencils that I could find (for $2, thank you very much!). Layering the pencil and burnishing the final layer with the white pencil, made the face develop a kind of glow. Excellent technique!
Half-finished works, from before the pregnancy bomb...
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Finding so many
half-finished art pieces, completely forgotten & neglected whilst I
was pregnant (I couldn't create any of my usual stuff as I use some
pretty heavy duty chemicals!!), was like experiencing Christmas as a
little kid, all over again; so excited to get started!
Utopian Pursuits a.k.a. My New Art Studio...
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- Treerific...yes, I went there...sorry.
- Copper Hues & Delightful Greens...
- Wooden Wonderings...
- The Green Fairy...
- Half-finished works, from before the pregnancy bomb...
- Utopian Pursuits a.k.a. My New Art Studio...
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- ...and these are just the canvases...
- Other's dictated parameters are cankerous sores that inhibit...
About Me
- Grae Hastings
- I create to ache. I create to expand. I create to gorge myself. I create to chase away the shadows. And I create to entertain them. I create as an ode to darkness. I create to the darkness within. I create to hurt a little more and love a little less or is it love a little more and hurt a little less? I create for the gleam in their eye. I create for the shards of splintered light. I create to caress the stars and well, exhaust everything else. I play with the emptiness. I create because there seems to be nothing else. I create because I have no choice. I create to quiet the saturating need. I create to find out the truth and to lie to myself. I create too hard. I create to hide. I create so others will know. I create for you. I create when I am drenched, quivering in fear. I create when I am crackling and pulsing with it. I create to hurt. I create to wound. I create to think. I create to be. I create, therefore I am, I will... I create.
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