Ellie Winds


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Ellie Winds
City: Beaverton
Country: United States
Joined: Nov 2007

The Soul of the Moment

As our own experiences weave in and out of the world around us, each of us a small part of the bigger whole, we create our own viewing filter. Everything we view is through this filter . My goal is to show the world through my filter and to capture the soul of the moment.

If you are interested in purchasing prints or learning a little more about me and my background please visit
www.elliewinds.com

If you are a local Portlander, I am currently showing work at:

Iolite
1109 SW 11th Ave
Portland, OR 97209

Gotham Tavern
2240 N Interstate Ave # 160
Portland, OR 97227

Synthetic 503 Gallery
Salem, OR

I will also be a part of the Portland Art Open. My work for the open will be at Cube Gallery Friday September 26th from 5-9pm. You can learn more about the art open here

Journal Entries

Woo hoo! "here to eternity" made the featured page!!

Posted 2 months ago, 8 comments so far.

Advertising Help

Posted 9 months ago, 5 comments so far.

Portland Art Open

Posted 9 months ago, 5 comments so far.

thanks!!!

Posted 10 months ago, 12 comments so far.

What to Wear for Portraits

Posted 11 months ago, 3 comments so far.

PRICING HELP!

Posted 12 months ago, 10 comments so far.

Cube Gallery

Posted about 1 year ago, 14 comments so far.

STAIRS GROUP FEATURED

Posted about 1 year ago, 8 comments so far.

Vote for your Favorite

Posted about 1 year ago, 10 comments so far.

"Summer in the City" Group Show

Posted about 1 year ago, 5 comments so far.

Writing

Quietly Dark

A blanket of quiet loneliness hovering about, / its absence noticed more than its presence. A temporary shift, a slight movement out of the realm of darkness / to a place where small sprays of lig…

waiting (6 word story)

No longer waiting for the other shoe.

seeking (6 word story)

I am what I was seeking.

Fortune (Six Word Story Group)

The fortune teller was wrong, again.

The Forgotten

Withering and weathering the stone falls. / The paths to the past are empty halls. / Piece by piece faded memories crumble. / Upon dry grass, tombstones tumble. Fading away from my mind’s reach; …

Falling

Standing on the edge, / it is the laughter causing the cliff to crumble. / If you are very quiet – you will hear it too. / Like steam from a teakettle, it is constantly erupting, / spreading and…

Watchlist

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