electriclstorm
Profile
Ever evolving, never complacent and always looking for the next adventure. Inspiration happens at any moment. I have stacks of sketch books dedicated to these thoughts and impulses…forever questioning. I favor figure drawing and enjoy charcoal and the fiber arts. Though I dabble in various mediums, I am always ready to embrace new techniques.
Most of the time I think abstractly and appreciate the smallest details. I am an interior designer by profession who enjoys the space planning challenges that architecture has to offer. The industry and projects I deal with are as broad and atypical as there are art classifications. My imagination transcends these realms…hopefully to enrich and strengthen both passions.
More of a night owl, avid fencer, love coffee, laughter and the talents of David Bowie…if asked I do not define art, I just embrace it. I am more of a novice writer…but I appreciate and highly respect those whose words astonish, inspire and captivate me; I want to be left with questions unanswered.
I am starting a new series and hope to post new and older pieces soon.
Until then…
copyright 2005, 2007, 2009 Reggi
Groups
electriclstorm is a member of Complex Simplicity of Art, All Abstract Art, Beauty of The Human Body , Capturing Emotion, Dirty Filthy Art: Charcoal, Fabulous Flowers, Face-painting - Bodypainting, Finks of Inks, Lips, No More Color, Self Portrait, Shades of Grey, Shapes & Patterns - Limit of 2 images per day, The Art of Intrigue 2/24 and ≈• Monochrome •≈ (No Black and White!).
Writing
Our innermost demon
Under the lace, the bright eyes of an optimist / We all share this heart ache little one / Inner screams repeating the chant in tandem
The Final Bout
As our engagement becomes more animated / The linear paths intertwine / Strong base, never failing / Constant vigilance
Not from your tribe
Forgotten paths…alert and knowing…in control without exploitation / She has chosen her path keeping the nomadic cadence
Copper Essence
Chaos surrounding my days with dramatic overtones, who will save me as I save those I call friend? How I wish the beautiful landscapes that devour my walls were truly tangible.
