Lake View Cemetery: The Haserot Angel
It’s called the Angel of Death Victorious. Due to an effect of weathering and erosion on the bronze, the statue appears to be weeping black tears at all times.
Sneak peek! This will be at the pancakes and booze show next month!
watercolor on paper
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I am in love with waterlilies. I love ponds and water and koi fish. Everything is so peaceful and nothing huge and scary live in ponds.
This Nereid(another word for ‘lake mermaid’) is upsetting the habitat, searching for her crown of floating light orbs. They’re very hard to collect, you know. She swims among the lilypads and spotted koi before rising out of the water. She has finally found her crown.
"Beauty From Pain(I Rise)"
watercolor on paper
Dedicated to my mother, Jeri Hartzell
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This piece is dedicated to my mother. She grew up with an abusive parent, the worst grandmother you could imagine, and was usually living on the level of poverty. When she was a preteen, she was repeatedly molested and raped by the neighbor for whom she baby-sat. She didn’t tell anyone for years and has struggled with depression her whole life. Despite this, she never let her heart be hardened Originally, I was going to title this piece as ‘My Rose Heart’ but I felt that it did not accurately tell the story I was trying to tell.
I wanted to show a woman with the thorns of life piercing her outer body, the blood and scratches on the surface showing the hardships she has had to endure. Yet, despite all this, her hard is not pierced. She is not bitter. She is strong and beautiful, a red rose among the thorns. She grows in beauty and grace and strength because of the trials of her life. If she had no thorns, perhaps she would be a sweet daisy or a showy iris, but instead, she had thorns and becomes the most beautiful flower of all.
I know I’m a bit of a romantic and my mother is not prone to be romantic, but she did always encourage me to be romantice while also being grounded in reality. She always protected me and my childhood from the horrors of life. That is why this is dedicated to her. I know it’s a bit late for Mother’s Day but it’s kind of my homage to my mother. I love you, Momma.
Progress report; started on the skin tones. Trying to sculpt her face out without making it all wonky. That’s a technical term right there, in case you were wondering.
A walk through the fields / painting by Pino
Happy Mother’s Day! My mother was and is a wonderful mom. She is always there for me, helping me through this life, having a generous spirit of giving all that she could so I could have a better childhood than she did. She always knew when I needed a hug instead of being told to behave. She is the best!