Carlos Solorza
Profile
Born in Hollywood, California, when trolley cars and cafeterias were the norm in Downtown Los Angeles. Am still living (which is a miracle) in Southern California.
I have a website that i am slowly building up Tin Kat Studio and though it isn’t complete, it is somewhat functional, ‘cause i’m costantly changing it.
ACRYLICS
WATERCOLOURS
PENCIL
MIXED MEDIUMS
PHOTOGRAPHY & DIGITAL
And now, for the legal mumbo jumbo. All of my art work, images and photography are the copyright of Carlos Solorza and may not be used in any way shape or form without the consent of Carlos Solorza.
I had to say that but, if you ask, i will probably say yes and if I do say yes, it may only be used within the RedBubble website.
My RedBubble Site
Groups
Carlos Solorza is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , All Things Orange Artwork Gallery, ! HAIRSTYLES !, Acrylic Painting, Bubble Boutique, Classic Cars Worldwide, Cocktails and Dreams, First Things, Glamour, Gods and Goddesses, Hair Mania, Hand drawn or painted vehicles, Kustom Kulture, Lips, Mixed Media, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), Pinup, Pulp Noir, Tease Me (NO Explicite NUDITY!) 2 per 24 hrs, War and Water Media (Paintings by hand only).
Journal Entries
a Poster Sale!
Posted 26 days ago, 4 comments so far.
featured
Posted about 1 month ago, 1 comment so far.
still here!
Posted 4 months ago, 9 comments so far.
Thank You 'Lips' Group!
Posted 6 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Feature Page Surprise-Thank You RB!!
Posted 8 months ago, 25 comments so far.
Thank You...
Posted 8 months ago, 12 comments so far.
2 for Twisted Red
Posted 10 months ago, 8 comments so far.
Red Riding Hood Featured
Posted 10 months ago, 18 comments so far.
thank you for the feature
Posted 10 months ago, 14 comments so far.
the Pirate in the Dessert
Posted 11 months ago, 9 comments so far.
Art
Writing
somebody's missing
and what am I going to say to my family? / oh, I’ve been dreading this
A Dream I Thought Not a Dream
Even the candles / their flames seemed to dance / while gobblets clinked and silverware / were removed from their napkins
a black cat crossed my path
He watches every move of her lips / as the words cut through the chains
