dream of flying

i think this is my favorite painting from last semester. it's about that dream you have that you can barely remember, house and memory so small, flying above it all, sky so huge and brilliant.

she's a storm

this painting is about me having the power to be a storm-maker in our house. things that i've done in the past that have hurt my family and that i'm so sorry for. the white cloud is supposed to be a tornadoe but it looks more like smoke. i suppose either interpretation works.

but there's light on the horizon! there's hope. maybe she won't destroy everything...

growth

for this one i was thinking about that first hint of new growth when you start doing new things and you're *just starting* to change.

all my paintings are pretty much about myself. so self-centered, i know, but that's all i really know. me. so that's where i'm coming from.

balancing act

here's a painting i did last semester. she's got a key in one hand and her heart in the other; can she balance the key to her heart? doesn't she look off balance? i really like my concept on this one, and most of the execution. i wanted her wings to look like they're not *really* there, though, and that's not coming across. also not sure of the audience. a little flat, wouldn't you say?

yesterday was the ft wainwright bazaar. i did really well! but becca only made table, so that was disappointing. we're still thinking about doing it next year, though. all the organizing ladies were really nice and we kept getting people walking by who said, "oh, i remember you guys from farmers market!" yay! people are recognizing us! and then one of the organizing ladies (sweet, sweet dawn) bought some pieces of mine and was showing them to her friends when a lady walked up and said, "two sisters!" and dawn said, "beth is my favorite sister.", and the lady said, "the other one is my favorite." (!) is that not adorable? and wow! she recognized our jewelry! the word is getting out!

paintings

here is the painting i'm working on in advanced painting. i'm pleased with the blue figure, except for her hair. i'm really not happy with the with the other figure's face. it's kinda creepy, ya know?

the next two pictures are done. i'm pleased with this brown haired woman's eyes. i'm really interested in peoples eyes, the most. there's just something special about them.

dad

i did this painting in the months before my dad's death. i wanted to capture the gauntness of his hand, the swollen joints. the feeling of passing.

...and a side of pharmeceuticals

the reason i like this painting is because each little pill is so painstakingly rendered. i used pills from our collection; this was done when dad was still alive, so i used mom's, dad's, and my pills as models. dad took an amazing amount of meds. they are what kept him alive, but in the end, they're what killed him; medication taken for one thing made his kidneys fail and he ultimately died of kidney failure.

choice

the thing about this one that i like is the sense of stillness opposed by a sense of movement; the background seems to reflect the state of mind of the woman in the picture

untitled

this one is a failed experiment. i stretched

several layers of cheesecloth over a mirror in hopes you could see the mirror (and your reflection) as you looked at the painting. no such luck. the two things i like about this one is the way she seems to be floating in space, and the transperency of the image; i painted a poem on the reverse side of the cheesecloth. i also really like the frame of little painted pieces of paper.

desert

the thing i like about 'desert' is the feeling of desolation.

painting

my favorite part of this painting is her green hair. makes me think of medusa.

sunset

this painting is 4' by4'. it's my biggest one. i love the drips in it. i was trying to get the idea of a *memory* of a event, and the drips seem like the shift from real event to memory, how our mind changes the reality to fiction.

waiting

it's called 'waiting'