I have them for sale in "Wishes and Dreams", a gift shop in Arlington, Texas. I had them on Etsy for a while, but I don't think anyone could see them. Besides, the photos don't do them justice. They're really cute.
The Stone Doll of Sister Brute - A sweet story about love and a stone by Russell and Lillian Hoban
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Welcome. I hope you enjoy seeing my creations, and I hope you gain inspiration for creations of your own. If you do, please leave me a comment. I am so curious!
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Robot and Outer Space Scapes
I was inspired to create these multi-media canvas' after buying some laser cutouts of robots and space ships from The Porkchop Shop on Etsy. They sell some really fun images printed on wood and laser cut that add a great three dimensional touch to your art.
I have them for sale in "Wishes and Dreams", a gift shop in Arlington, Texas. I had them on Etsy for a while, but I don't think anyone could see them. Besides, the photos don't do them justice. They're really cute.
I have them for sale in "Wishes and Dreams", a gift shop in Arlington, Texas. I had them on Etsy for a while, but I don't think anyone could see them. Besides, the photos don't do them justice. They're really cute.
Alice in Wonderliddle Paper Dolls
Alice in Wonderliddle Paper Dolls
I found this file on the internet with lots of creases and tape marks, so I used Photoshop Elements to fix it.
I found this file on the internet with lots of creases and tape marks, so I used Photoshop Elements to fix it.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Colors - Robin's Pain
I am the star of my own private tragedy
Set to the tune of a black and white memory
Dancing with shadows that glide though the entryway
Leading the colors away
Instinct leads them here, legends of our mothers
Laughter of the tears, echoes of the fall
I am the star of my own private tragedy
Reaching for hands that just slip away silently
Shrouded in in emptiness no one to sing to me
Keep all the colors away
Keep it out of sight, hide it in a mirror
Underneath the light, just above the fear
You are the star of your own private tragedy
Nothing remains but the smoke of the effigy
Clawing the soul as it climbs to be free
Now the colors are too far away
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