Evie3
Profile
I am a self taught artist living in the West of Ireland. I work mostly in acrylics and while I enjoy experimenting with different styles and mediums, colour is my passion. I look no further than the shared experience of the human condition for inspiration, in all it vital shades.
Visit Evie’s Art Shop
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, 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, The Word Tree, thick black outlines, Trees and Vibrant and Vivid Color.
Journal Entries
1st ARPex - Hurray!!
Posted 5 months ago, 7 comments so far.
Conceptual art - fools gold?
Posted 8 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Art
Writing
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 …
Sand Castles
From the turrets I saw them coming, / But we kept building our castle of sand. / The grains were slipping through my fingers, / Though I cared not when you held my hand. Iridescent shells obscured …
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…
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…
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…
