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The night tree


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Still very busy with the tree collection.
I have used here oil painting and extra strong gel medium to bring the tree to life. I love working with texture for specific effects on certain project.

Trees, sometimes especially at night make life beautiful and in a sense are even more alive.
This is a reminder that We are lucky to be surrounded by them day in day out!

Best wishes for a safe warm winter to all of you!

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Night tree

Texture

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Nerve

colour swirl

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Splash of light

Splash of light

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Fireworks continuation…


Fireworks

Fireworks

Leonardo da Vinci said…
“Art is never finished only abandoned” so in all good tradition this is the continuation & close ups of… Fireworks.
Notice the constellations, the stars in the dark night’s background…
Up for sale. Linen canvas 100/120 cm.
This painting is kind of magical, it reflects the continual changes of daylight…
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Fireworks. My brand new painting


Fireworks

Fireworks

Fireworks. Linen canvas 100/120 cm.
This is a brand new painting of mine based on a photo shoot I took a few years back on new year.
On the second photo, the painting is just finished & is drying off.
I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for your kind likes & comments, without your constant encouragement I wouldn’t be here, on this blog today, showing you my work, I probably wouldn’t have persevered!

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Fiery sunset. Oil painting.


Fiery sunset oct. 2015-1-

Since beginning the motherhood portrait in oil painting I have ventured in the thrill of texture from another angle and have tremendous pleasure with its results.
Sea in all seasons is my passion which makes this creative moment one of delight & inspiration.
Check under the category poetry for poems on the subject…
Please scroll down for the close up.

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Introducing you to my latest painting… Nuit étoilée-Starry night!


Nuit étoilée (starry night) final result! ©copyright2015owpp

Nuit étoilée (starry night) final result!
©copyright2015owpp

It is not easy to juggle two different types of Media facilities (Instagram LIFE_PAINTINGS) at least for my generation, born with computers being a rarity 😉
Nevertheless, I finally got down to post my latest work!
I’m curious & excited to get your feedback for this one.
I enjoyed so much the whole process that I got straight back on to another project after that!
The stars are faithful to the Jackson Pollock method which I find myself gravitate toward from time to time…
Here are the 1st & 2nd Gesso layer.

Ground layer for Nuit étoilée ©copyright2015owpp

Ground layer for Nuit étoilée
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2nd layer ©copyright2015owpp

2nd layer
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A candle flame 28.5.2013


Candle & poetry ©copyright2013owpp

Candle & poetry
©copyright2013owpp

A person very close to my heart came with a burnt out candle with no wick left and said to me, I know you take photos of everything so I am giving this to you. What appeared as simple words triggered a series of very inspirational photos and this soothing poem. At the end of all the fun, I played around with the melted wax and shaped it into a rose.
I have come to understand that putting an object under the scrutiny of a lens opens us up to beauty & magic, usually gone unheeded.

A candle flame
——————

Burning, burning in the night
A candle flame small and bright
Melting tears on its edge
Sculpting its way to lava swell

Flickering shadows,
Dancing off the pages,
Of a story Words create
Fighting for a Better place,
A role befitting the prodigy,
Their master Sired.
Cajoling, exhorting
It to permanence.

Burning, burning into dawn
A candle timid and drawn
Day tiptoeing around scattered roles
Around the maker of a life beginning

To unfold.

Shining bright... ©copyright2013owpp

Shining bright…
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Lava swell ©copyright2013owpp

Lava swell
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Burning into dawn ©copyright2013owpp

Burning into dawn
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Close up candle art ©copyright2013owpp

Close up candle art
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Melted wax abstract ©copyright2013owpp

Melted wax abstract
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Candle rose ©copyright2013owpp

Candle rose
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Lines & details ©copyright2013owpp

Lines & details
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In the act of writing March 2011


Eiffel tower wheels ©copyright2013owpp

Eiffel tower wheels
©copyright2013owpp

This essay was one of my assignments and was written in a tongue-in-cheek manner,
I do not take myself that seriously 🙂 It was about describing oneself in the act
of writing, which I called just that…

In the act of writing
—————–

I usually prepare an assignment long in advance.
Plotting, collecting information, mincing, digesting the style that is about to be born.
Yet, today, I come as ludicrously bare as can be.
I stare at a white immaculate sheet of paper and ponder at the outrageous idea of writing, as a working exercise, as opposed to a burst of fervid passion.
Or, to the growth of my imagination spilling forth in an overflow.
I am surrounded by dictionaries and thesauruses of all kind that, I trust, will unravel the mysteries of words and impel me to the creation of a literary magnificence.
Gilded rays of a timid autumn sun pierce through the remote glass window door, of the balcony, maintaining this room in perpetual darkness, keeping its occupants in sempiternal slumber throughout the seasons of the years.
Nevertheless, I find my mind juggling with phraseology, feeling like a choreographer bearing the conception of a chef-d’oeuvre.
I amalgate ideas, terms, observations and philosophies, in anticipation of a new era…
The creation of my magnum opus.
Hours slide by, in the stimulating atmosphere of reflection and contemplation and I see, merging from the profundity and intricacies of my brain, the outlines of what seems the sketches of an essay.
The gratification of my labor.
I hold dearly unto my chain of thoughts hushing anyone daring any resemblance of vicinity.
I toil away, inching my way through the haze and vasty of language, aware of a day coming to its end, as the sun retrieves its warmth, preparing itself to enlighten another part of the planet’s obscurities.
I close the chapter at its culmination, satisfied by the denouement, at peace by its genesis and in synchronization with the heartbeats of the universe.
I look around and become aware, au fait of stepping out of a different dimension.

All is still.

Everyone having left me to my occupations and busy with theirs, outdoors.
I am surprised to observe the constant rebirth of my soul at the completion of what I fantasize, is

the emergence of my prodigy 🙂