When I sketch figurative nude I don’t look at it as a naked body. I see strength and I see weakness . I’ve been through quite the adjustment trying to get back to normal after my hysterectomy. I respect my body so much more. Love yourself not for what you see, but what resides in you. #figuredrawing #abstractfigurative #woman #hysterectomyrecovery #strongwomen #itsjustabody #selfcare #art #sketch #charcoal #artist #abstractart #artgallery #selflove #interiordesign #decor #female
5th day post Op, (Total hysterectomy) can’t paint because of my abdominal wall. I’m bored. So want recovery to be done. Sketching one of my favorites, my go-to when I don’t feel inspiration striking me. #jackskellington #nightmarebeforechristmas #october #hysterectomyrecovery #hysterectomy #fall #sketch #artist #fibroids #art #endometriosis #interiordesign #decor #artcollector #halloween #bored #illustration #artoftheday
My Golden Koi. Transparent gel/neon paint ratio 2:1 to create a pure depth. 40x30 in size can fit pretty much any wall .
I am loving painting him. With all of my heart. When I truly fall in love with a piece it manifests on the canvas. I’ve been on a roll with my writing as well. Not only am I writing my memoir, (which is in conjunction with my Fire Series) I also started a fiction novel, and a children’s book.
Realized I messed the position of his eyes. Black out-and re Do of his eyes. After they dry I’ll make his eyes look LESS like a White Walker #art #artprogress #horse #horseart #equestrian #abstractfigurative #interiordesign #losangeles #longbeach #painting #artstudio #horsehead #kelliethomaswalker #artsy #palletknife #brushwork #artofinstagram
Working out and got a 💡 to change up one of my old 4ft abstracts. My husband will probably freak but he knows I don’t mess things up anymore. I’ve got this 😘 #largeart #abstractpainting #abstractart #interiordesign #decor #street #streetart #changeup #art #artgallery #orangeart #orange #contemporaryart #neon
Sepia tones and contrast work on my 4ft horse head. Starting the face details.
Varnish. Then off to her new home. She’s one of my favorites
A years worth of sloppily written notes, pages printed out. Now to get it all together for the manuscript. My painting series goes along side of it. Also printed out the three other book ideas. My girls are hard at work and so am I
Excerpt from my book “WRECKED”
To not have your suffering recognized is a form of violent neglect. Until recently I couldn’t handle silence. I had to have some sort of white noise. To drown out those thoughts that squiggle to the surface.
But now I crave silence. The neglected memories no longer lay dormant in the back cages of my mind. I’ve freed them. But they still hang around. Laying their permeable surfaces open to new memories. In a interfusion of past and present. Creating something new in me. Like the blend of my art and my writing. Writing preexisted my art, but again I neglected it for a solid twenty years. Like my hometown, I loved it-but I left it. My friends, I loved them-but I left them. My writing-I loved them, but I left them. My house, the land-I loved it but I left it. Self protection I suppose. To leave those things, and people that were bound not by their will to my virulent past; was not only self-protection but temporary salvation.
My painting of the woman floating in the water brings its exquisite silence almost tangible upon viewing. Part of me floats in the water with her. Hauntingly still. Waiting.
After the epic battle of my past and my present, the old me and the new have found a way to coexist. I had no idea that there was room. If there’s room, then there’s room for me to be a mother, wife, writer, artist, sister and often daughter.
All these years the guilt I carried like an albatross carries little footing. It barely holds on as I kick it off my foot every morning. “WRECKED”©️
Varnish day. This post is going out for artist health safety.-and it’s my birthday week. Three months ago I had what they’re calling after checking all of me, seeing every possible specialist, a TIA (mini stroke) most likely caused by a sealant or varnish I had all over bare hands the day before. I still battle residual vertigo from it (I have difficulty driving. Freeway driving is a no go) though the heart palpitations are gone. I’m a very healthy/active person so it’s not my health. I used to be very careless, letting sealants, varnishes, alcohol pours go all over my hands, into my lungs. My neurological event was my fault. So please fellow artists, ventilate, and glove up. I’m posting this to bring awareness to the chemicals we use. Our brains are too important #chemicaldangers #tia #ministroke
This painting was the one that threw me into the ER with a TIA, my bad though. I was sealing the gold leaf with bare hands. Had it ALL over my hands for hours. I was afraid to touch it, but TODAY I doubled gloved it up and finalized the fireplace. Side note my memoir should be done by Christmas then on to find a publisher.
Started work on the big 4 ft horse head. Feels really good to work, it’s always hard during summer.
Finalized #4 of WRECKED and using the same heated transparent tones added into the big figurative “Rebirth”. The sun WAS about then disappeared again 😫
Adding in the heat on “Rebirth”, 5ft big one
Whited out and repositioned her arms/hands. They’re hard to see here but the hands will have great definition. Rework of her stature 5ft almost to size #rework
Boe’s in front of the weekly lineup🤣. Changed the The 5fter to skin tone, I’ll work on getting her a dynamic stance, a sense of movement tomorrow. “Rebirth” 60x48
Working the highlights and luminescence. It’s incredibly peaceful painting the ocean. I need to paint it more often. This one is spoken for but DM/email me if you want a quote on a commission
Finally figured out her final highlight touches. It can make all the difference. 40x30
I’m finally done after working little bits for over a year 3ftx3ft. Added in somegorgeous transparent bright magenta with impasto white touches with the knife. She’s ready for exhibition and/or sale