My Karsten

Art 2009

These were painted in Italy, last year when I was pregnant with Karsten.

Just Loved

Newer Art

Dark Shore

Finally. My first piece for the year. Photo layers, digital rendering, digital paint.

Model: My sister Tessie

Ellya

...I think. (Click for detail.)

...Painted her face, then around 3 am, got tired and just left the hair disheveled and torso undone...

Fighter Angel

Simple one, for the kids' comic.

Nudes and Trees

Digital Art takes a nap this week while I get reacquainted with my old sketchbooks and canson pads.

For Livi Hayes

Unfinished...

Tinkered Bella

Victoria

Bachoy

This is the Bacchus who didn't pass the XN screening test. Oops.

...Photos of the art (based on kids I met while there) and not scanned copies, sorry for the poor quality...but at least something to update this site. --I miss Africa.

The sand that torments the oyster

The pain it creates in its womb,

The way the shell lies in the ocean

In the depths of a watery tomb,

The patience, endurance, the virtue

How it is nurtured in this way,

This stranger in its own habitat

And yields day after day,

The way this grain grows with a coating

To become all that it can be,

Then waits quietly in its cradle

Buried underneath the sea…

Thus, it is born—this treasure

Through agony; tempest unfurled,

This is the untold story

This is the secret of the Pearl.

The Faerie

A midnight inspiration--the original photo is my sister Angela.

Christian Soldier

Really haven't done much art this year. This is another old one, from 2003.

An old colored-pencil sketch, done in 2001.

Thine Is the Power

Because...I Need

I hold the hand of Faith because I am blind.

I need her eyes to see for me.

I hold the hand of Courage because I am afraid.

I need her strength to comfort me.

I hold the hand of Love because I am unlovely.

I need her to see past that.

I hold the hand of Confidence because I have none.

I need her trust in me.

I hold the hand of Prayer because my words are inadequate.

I need her eloquence to empower me.

I hold the hand of Wisdom because I am foolish.

I need her insight to preserve my mind.

I hold the hand of God, because with His own,

He holds all there is of me.