F. Magdalene Austin
Profile
Not your average female artist. A black woman in search of color to manipulate and mold on a PC screen. A young woman collecting words, forming poetry. A budding entrepreneur.
Sundrip – Art for Life http://www.sundrip.com
Sundrip on Etsy http://www.sundrip.etsy.com
Crystal’s Tree
Lucid Dreams
Many art pieces shown in the RB gallery can be seen at my home gallery with close up views of texture, color and specific details and are accompanied by commentary.
PTSD
http://www.sundrip.com
Feel free to contact me with questions or feedback at SundripJournals@gmail.com
Sanctuary
Live free. Create well.
Sincerely,
F. Magdalene
Groups
F. Magdalene Austin is a member of ! φThe Dreaming Treeφ !, Accentuate The Eyes, All Out Emotion, All the Colors of the Rainbow, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Angel Wings and Heaven, Art & Dis(ease), Art and Stories Made For Children, Boredom Competitions on the 24/7, Core [C.O.R.E], Dimensions, Eat Sleep Draw, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Healing Through Art (HTA), ImageWriting (2/24), Lifeline, Live, Love, Dream: , The Healing Journey, THE SISTERHOOD, The true beauty, The Word Tree, Touched By Fire, Vibrant and Vivid Color and Woman Appreciation.
Journal Entries
Out of Curiosity
Posted 28 days ago, 8 comments so far.
Where is Faith?
Posted 3 months ago, 8 comments so far.
The Inspired Artist
Posted 4 months ago, 7 comments so far.
The Experimental Artist
Posted 4 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Imagination and Color SALE
Posted 4 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Raindrops
Posted 8 months ago.
When I'm Not Painting
Posted 9 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Boy, Ya Never Know
Posted 11 months ago, 1 comment so far.
A Dollmaker On A Mission
Posted 11 months ago, 5 comments so far.
Confessions of an Artist
Posted 11 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Elegance and Peace
Today I ask for orange to make peace with yellow and not war across the page / Spilling on red, assaulting blue and running head first into black.
I Long For The Day
I long for the day when it was quite right to hate you because youre Irish, German, Spanish, a Jew. I long for the day when I didnt have to explain Why I wont hire you, house you or sell you my goods
Unbound
I shiver at the thought of this freedom / At the thought of not wearing regret upon my heart or guilt as shoes / I wonder how I will walk with feet unbound
Mom’s of Inner Children
This is the day when I get to celebrate my own motherhood, my own ability to nurture and care for the whole me, my inner child and the empowered adult.
Opening Night
Each bold range, octave and cord pleads for recognition / And begs for you to know/ What unfolds before you is more
Your Secret
When the family gathers for Sunday meetings in a house with walls that hold blood six generations thick, When we dance in halls for charity events
