Alexis
Profile
City: Newcastle Under Lyme
Country: United Kingdom
I have been an artist for many years, I love art and love painting things from my mind. I have no interest in painting things I can see. I am hoping to sell my work at some stage, however for the moment I am just intereted in anyone who is interested in my work. Also I would only sell originals. I also sketch trees and portraits.
I also have a writing on here and opinions welcome. Thanks very much for looking and hope to hear from you too.
CLP.
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Groups
Alexis is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and WMG.
Journal Entries
Thankyou
Posted about 1 year ago.
Exhibition
Posted about 1 year ago.
Sri Ramana Maharashi
Posted about 1 year ago.
Self talk.
Posted about 1 year ago.
Writing
Stopping Escapism
Boy and girl sat at around a table outside on the edge of a beautiful beach, they just sat there waiting for her. She walked like a pure being to them, and yet she was a shy person. Hi Jude, hi Jane s…
you are....
You have to look at yourselve to see the truth, / that is all you need to be free. / Dont look to others, as you can never be them, / you are you, be proud of who you TRUELY are. The moment is here…
Maybe...
I see today, that if we hear what our self hate does to us, / we would be more compassionate, / I sometimes call my self stupid, / that is self hate, / I feel sometimes like Im going crazy, / If only …
COMPASSION
Some say they want to be free, / Yet feel trapped by there own conditioning. Freedom is in the mind, / You have the power to change your own conditioning. / There is noone to blame, just be. / It o…
Who am I?
Who am I? / Here I am , who am I? / I am a artist, who am i? / I am a musian, who am I? / I am a lyricist, who am I? I am a girl/boy, who am I? / I am a mum/dad, who am I? / Iam a daughter/son, …
Self talk.
As tear gently rolled down her cheek. / She slowly closed her phone and looked to the window to see the train had stopped. / Maybe the train had broken down? Maybe there was a animal on the track? Or …
