F Magdalene Austin
Profile
- Name
- F Magdalene Austin
- Age
- 36
- City
- Indianapolis
- Country
- United States
- Joined
- Oct 2007
Not your average female artist. A black woman in search of color to manipulate and mold on a PC screen. A young woman collecting words, forming poetry. A budding entrepreneur.
Good As Gold
Sundrip
Many art pieces shown here on RB can be seen on the art blog with close up views as well as commentary.
Sundrip – Art for Life
http://www.sundrip.com
Dreamscape
Honorable
Feel free to contact me with questions or feedback at SundripJournals@gmail.com
Rising Sun
Live free. Create well.
Sincerely,
F. Magdalene
Groups
F Magdalene Austin is a member of Complex Simplicity of Art, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Art and Stories Made For Children, Art Appreciation, Art Inspired by Dreams, Challenge Café, Character Development, Digital Modern Portraiture, Fantasy Art, Out of the Blue, PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Poetry Barn, Self as Other, Something To Say, Surrealism, The Artistic Nude, The Healing Journey, Vibrant and Vivid Color and Woman Appreciation.
Journal Entries
Card Sales- Raindrops and In Bloom
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
Hope and Healing - Sundrip News
Posted about 1 month ago.
Sundrip News
Posted about 1 month ago, 1 comment so far.
SALES- I'm not a woman of few words
Posted about 1 month ago, 5 comments so far.
What Am I Doing Wrong? Photoshop HELP needed
Posted about 1 month ago, 1 comment so far.
Oh My Gosh Do You Know Who That Is?
Posted 2 months ago, 2 comments so far.
My Time To Heal card sale THANK YOU
Posted 2 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Crash
Posted 3 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Honorable Card Sale
Posted 3 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Art Sustains The Artist - for Christina
Posted 4 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Art
Writings
Grace
through rose coloured glasses she holds out hope for the lost / But denies herself the same grace.
The Same
Then no one finds themselves at the end of our jokes/ at the head of lines they should not lead or / behind lines they never should have crossed.
Opening Night
Each bold range, octave and cord pleads for recognition / And begs for you to know/ What unfolds before you is more
Elegance and Peace
Today I ask for orange to make peace with yellow and not war across the page / Spilling on red, assaulting blue and running head first into black.
The Rains
I could bring in the breeze with a few clouds to break the sun’s sting Or shower upon a land fire and cut off its hunger for power. When dry grass gulps from drops that make your windowsills pin…
Your Secret
When the family gathers for Sunday meetings in a house with walls that hold blood six generations thick, When we dance in halls for charity events
