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Lisa Hannigan - Lille - OFFICIAL VIDEO

2011-03-07T21:32:00.000-08:00

2011-03-07T21:31:00.001-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyXmp-FiPJo

Threatening Skies

2011-02-11T06:40:00.000-08:00

“Alone”by Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

"Wheat field Under Threatening Skies" Van Gogh

when the world is puddle-wonderful

2011-02-11T06:10:00.000-08:00

E. E. Cummings- in Just-

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's
spring
and

the

goat-footed

balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

2011-02-10T09:07:00.000-08:00

So, I've been using folklore, my family history, and referencing paintings and other things that were significant to me as a child in my drawings for my new prints. I've given little shout-outs to Van Gogh and Escher so far, and next will be Magritte.
My first grade teacher showed me a book of paintings to encourage my love for drawing and painting. I remember seeing the Magritte painting "The Son of Man" and from then on that's how I pictured my biological father. I had/have never met him and to this day, I still see him as the man in a suit with an apple hovering in front of his face, obscuring it.

2011-02-10T06:14:00.000-08:00

My work at http://liteboxgallery.wordpress.com/
The show is up until the 24th

I currently have a show at Kentuck Annex Gallery as well. Opening reception is the 19th 12:0- 2:00. http://www.kentuck.org/kentuckcanvas.html

Also, Snow! in Alabama. The kids have had a blast :)

2011-02-10T06:09:00.000-08:00

Caitlin as Ophelia

lino ready to carve

First prints from my press

2010-06-22T04:08:00.000-07:00

Meet Loretta my new etching press

2010-06-22T04:00:00.001-07:00

sketches

2010-06-22T03:58:00.001-07:00

Every Sleepy Light

2010-04-14T05:14:00.001-07:00

2010-04-14T05:08:00.000-07:00

Going to have some work in the Alias show at Lite Box Gallery in Birmingham. I'm very excited!

starting on the print from this drawing today

2010-04-05T08:36:00.000-07:00

color reduction of course!

2010-04-05T08:31:00.000-07:00

new work

2010-04-05T08:25:00.001-07:00

2009-12-22T19:53:00.000-08:00

sketchy sketch

2009-12-21T09:19:00.000-08:00

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2009-11-20T20:23:00.000-08:00

Hunker Down

2009-11-17T08:35:00.001-08:00

progress of new block

2009-11-12T05:27:00.000-08:00

newly finished

2009-11-10T05:38:00.000-08:00

obsessing

2009-11-08T08:06:00.000-08:00

allegory

2009-11-07T08:52:00.000-08:00

When the moon was full and red, the monster would mimic the cries of a woman in distress with the hope of luring men into its terrible gaping jaws. Rae wasn’t fooled. She had lost her father to this fate when she was just a baby. On those nights, she would hide under the covers and think of her father while anxiously waiting for the sun to rise.

When times were tough, Ida and Levia picked scrap cotton to help their parents make ends meet. Cotton picking was hard work and the girls would often have blistered and bleeding hands as a result. One day, while the girls were hard at work, an odd looking fellow showed up with a banjo. The stranger started to play and the girls watched with amazement as the cotton turned into the softest clouds.

progress

2009-10-29T16:21:00.000-07:00

lino block ready to carve. using color reduction again.

in progress carving of woodblock. almost there.

Red Shoes

2009-10-28T22:57:00.000-07:00

as brave as the fishes

2009-10-24T00:33:00.000-07:00

in progress resingrave block engraving

2009-10-20T12:03:00.001-07:00

split edition of color reduction lino prints

2009-10-15T11:49:00.000-07:00

Stillborn

2009-09-29T12:02:00.000-07:00

block ready to carve

2009-09-25T15:27:00.000-07:00

first print

2009-09-22T14:02:00.000-07:00

2009-09-13T09:31:00.000-07:00

holds her breath under water
the bubbles make strings of pearls

2009-09-10T14:14:00.000-07:00

my mom's hard work of prettying my stringy hair with ribbons and bows was always quickly undone

2009-09-07T19:13:00.000-07:00

proofed

2009-09-04T13:02:00.001-07:00

2009-09-03T19:54:00.001-07:00

The Soft Parts by Rose Polenzani

Hold on, Daddy, to the red boat.
Raise the bodies from the salt sea.
Bullet-heavy, you can let 'em go.
Don't you worry 'bout the big light.

I see him comin' in the darkness.
It's the captain, he's a mean man.
So I dive overboard
and go swimmin' with the cold ones.

And all, all my friends,
they say love, love is hard.
So I hold on to the soft parts.

At the edge of the cape, there's a woman and a man.
There's a woman and a man, and a young girl.
She's a young boy, she's a cray-fawn.
And her love pleats in the white sheets.

I would raise for you all the friends I've left.
I would loose for you all my father's nets.
All my father's knots I would tear with my teeth
for your open mouth and it's sweet relief.

And all, all my friends,
they say love, love is hard.
So I hold on to the soft parts.

Hold my hand, I see the blue
of the police, and they want me
to give it my best ID.

How could I know where my body had gone?
I thought you held me in your arms,
but my head floats with the red boats,
with the flashlights and alarms.

My throat is up and in my eyes
and my tongue cricks back in it's raw room.
Hear me whisper what I told her:
"I'll be rising soon."

And all, all my friends,
they say love, love is hard.
So I hold on to the soft parts.

landscaped

2009-09-03T19:48:00.000-07:00

shina block carved and ready to proof

collecting fish songs

2009-09-03T19:38:00.000-07:00

I'm a little obsessed with fish

2009-09-03T19:18:00.000-07:00