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.
Sundrip – Art for Life http://www.sundrip.com
Sundrip on Etsy http://www.sundrip.etsy.com
On The Eve of Something Beautiful

Many art pieces shown in the RB gallery can be seen at my home gallery with close up views of texture, color and specific details and are accompanied by commentary.
Growing Into Scars
http://www.sundrip.com
Feel free to contact me with questions or feedback at SundripJournals@gmail.com
Katherine
Father and Child

Live free. Create well.
Sincerely,
F. Magdalene
F. Magdalene Austin is a member of Complex Simplicity of Art, ! Inspired Art ! (by Quotes or Poems or Music or Stories) , All Out Emotion, All the Colors of the Rainbow, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Angel Wings and Heaven, Art and Stories Made For Children, Art Inspired by Dreams, Artists with Disabilities, Behind the Mask, Character Development, DOLLS from around the world! We love DOLLS! , Faerie World (WINGED FAERIES ONLY!) 2 per 24 hrs, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Freedom to Shine, ImageWriting (2/24), Live, Love, Dream, Something To Say, Spiritual Art, Symbolism in Art, The Healing Journey, THE SISTERHOOD, The true beauty, The Word Tree, Vibrant and Vivid Color and Woman Appreciation.
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This is the day when I get to celebrate my own motherhood, my own ability to nurture and care for the whole me, my inner child and the empowered adult.
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.
I long for the day when it was quite right to hate you because youre Irish, German, Spanish, a Jew. I long for the day when I didnt have to explain Why I wont hire you, house you or sell you my goods
Each bold range, octave and cord pleads for recognition / And begs for you to know/ What unfolds before you is more
I shiver at the thought of this freedom / At the thought of not wearing regret upon my heart or guilt as shoes / I wonder how I will walk with feet unbound
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