TRACY BAGNALL
Profile
I love to paint and create,
be it art, poems or make music.
I am giving you a sample here I hope you like what you see.
I still have many original which I am willing to send to a good home. To contact me please send e-mail to
tracy.bagnall@ntlworld.com
I also do commision work but only if given enough time to complete the work to a high enough quality.
Groups
TRACY BAGNALL is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture, Complex Simplicity of Art, ****George W Bush Appreciation Society, ***♂♥♥QUORN♥♥♀, A Class of Its Own, Abstract Art, Abstract Realism, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Anthropomorphic Animals, Art from the Workplace, Art Inspired by Dreams, Art Students and Beginners, BubbleMania, Challenge Café, Character Development, Cubism, DaDa Land, Domestic Art - Home is Where the Art Is, End Times, FAN FRENZY, Fine Arts, Globes, Spheres and Curves, Graphic Editing 101, Green!, Hands, Heart Art, History, How To RedBubble, Humorous Illustrations, Mandala, Masterpiece: Art, Mixed Media, Out of the Blue, Out of the Past, Painters In Modern Times, Pencil Drawing, PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Primates, Purple Haze, Realist Traditional Art, Remodernist Painters, Simply White, Six Words Only, Spiritual Art, Stairs, Surrealism, Symbolism in Art, The Artistic Nude, The Eyes Have It, The Healing Journey, This is England, Toys and Puppets, United Kingdom, Vibrant and Vivid Color, War, West Midlands UK, Writers' Market and You're Accepted.
Journal Entries
now with poem
Posted 3 days ago.
WOW> Now I am over the moon.
Posted 29 days ago, 4 comments so far.
Something good
Posted 4 months ago, 2 comments so far.
hard at times
Posted 4 months ago, 8 comments so far.
Thank you
Posted 10 months ago, 2 comments so far.
OLD FASHIONED???
Posted 10 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Art
Writings
Jungle of my mind
I stumble through the images and the songs of yesteryear, / I battle with a monster who has swallowed all my fear.
My Life.... Is Blue
A blue hue, taints ‘most everything.
In the garden of my soul
In the garden of my soul, / You planted yourself,
Forty Years
His eyes shone as he sat and thought of her, as he drank his tea. He didn’t see the rain on the window.
dog, whines
Dog, / Whines, / Master, / Dead, / Gun, / Smokes.
Broken Hearts and Teardrops
It’s better to have loved and lost, / And be crippled by the pain, / It seems, I’ll never know that love, / In my lifetime, again.














