Jaclynn Burns
Profile
I’m an amateur artist who’s been painting and drawing since high school. Art has always been an outlet for expressing feelings.. .anything from nature to novels inspires me. I don’t have a set style. If anything, my paintings tend to be more abstract and strange than realistic. Most of my paintings are done using acrylics, but I’m starting to expand my horizons and experiment with oils. i have a lot of exciting projects in the works/planned; now only if i could find the time and energy to finish them…it’s strange how much life inspires yet interfers with creativity…
well, most of my art supplies (i.e. paints, brushes, and canvases ect…) are about 1200 miles away from me, it could be a long while before i am able to finish a work and post it :(
Groups
Jaclynn Burns is a member of All Things Orange Artwork Gallery, Abstract Art, Abstract Realism, Abstracts from Nature, Back In Black ( sorry~NO PHOTOGRAPHY), Butterflies, Skippers, Moths, & Other Winged Insects (2 a Day), Experimental, Green!, Human and Nature, Masterpiece: Art, Monsters Ink, Out of the Blue (75%+ Blue), Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), Practising the Dark Arts, Skyscapes and Vibrant and Vivid Color.
Journal Entries
hiatus
Posted about 1 year ago.
where have i been? why have i been there?
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
thank you
Posted about 1 year ago.
Art
Writing
swells of tears from shards of anger
And so shards find me / Their edges glinting gleefully with malice / Me, so unsuspecting… / Glad all the while / Swells of salty water rush madly down my checks / And they meet the red
embracing the beast withing
the beasts within surface / and they become me
spectral forest
an undisturbed peace awaits, / when it is your time to join the spectral forest.
burnt out
a mind torched into submission / driven to burn brighter / ashes matter not / continue pouring gasoline on the flames / at what temperature will my heart burn out?
journey in the forest, alone
She stares at the falling leaves, wondering why they seem so peaceful and free. The crisp, cold air blows into her soul. Her lungs fill with icy water from the calming stream below, yet the cool liq…
evidence
how many cold tiled floors will i befriend before i learn?
