Evie3
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I’m all about the colour! For me, painting is the most personal form of self-expression and brings a real sense of fulfillment to my life. Communicating with the world in such a creative way is a gift, so thanks for stopping by ;)
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Groups
Evie3 is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , Acrylic Painting, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art and Stories Made For Children, Art Nouveau and the Arts & Crafts Movement, Cards for Everyday (With words or Collage style) , Fabulous Flowers, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Impressionist Art, Ireland , Love & Romance , Painters In Modern Times, Remodernist Painters' Group, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Word Tree, thick black outlines, Trees - 2 images per day with trees as the focal point, Vibrant and Vivid Color and Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom!.
Journal Entries
1st ARPex - Hurray!!
Posted 10 months ago, 7 comments so far.
Conceptual art - fools gold?
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Joy
Held on too tightly / Crushed in my hands / ~ / Slept on it nightly / Couldn’t make amends / ~ / Stopped interfering, it suddenly grew wings / Took my heart skyward…
HeartSong
I used to whistle my tune out loud / ‘Til people poked fun – and I being proud / Fashioned a new one, more pleasing to their ears / And found myself accepted by friends and peers But alas this …
Little Girl
Clothes pegs were soldiers, the bath was the sea / Ladybirds wore the same raincoat as me / Secrets were whispered to trees in the shade / Questions were endless “How is this made?” The back wa…
The Star That Couldn't Fall
Frozen blue in the dark of night / A stranger stumbled across my light / And while it is my destiny to fall / Each time I try – I stop and stall What if the earth doesn’t like me close up? / Wh…
She Whispers My Name On The Wind
Only when I’m broken, from the shadows she appears / With an amulet around her neck, collecting all my tears. / She knows I’ve hungered long and deep, my soul captured by fear / The woman …
Sunflower's Lament
I want to feel the rain on my skin, / The cold biting wind come whistling in, / Let the thunder bolts come and crack my bones / And snowdrops muffle my sighs and moans. For all my life I’ve s…
