Art, Photos, Music, some thoughts…
My mother bought me this skull piece for birthday back in October. Not sure what it’s made of but it’s heavy and took the paint well. I had no ideas beyond wanting a bold color for this spot on top of my piano. Finished it with a gloss. I think it turned out cute.
Another round of coffee filter flowers I’ve put together over the past few months.
Poster print : https://www.zazzle.com/hearts_for_hanging_on_poster-228549053157136402
Painted on a piece of plywood for outdoor art in the backyard. It’s an image to express the weight of love / our reasons to keep living.
I haven’t painted like this in a while. I have a place… https://allysonmarie.bandcamp.com/album/promised-hurt
New release. These are songs written from 2020 – 2021 I gave extra care to and I’m happy with what I was able to do and learn given the times. The work was everything to me. On streaming & Bandcamp : https://allysonmarie.bandcamp.com/album/promised-hurt
I’ve been experimenting. These are repurposed coffee filters I colored with watercolor markers and folded into flowers. Each one turns out differently and I love the surprise.
Spray painted, blended background. Freehand abstract design. Painted on a side of an old cardboard box I broke down. Maybe one day I won’t feel like buying canvas to paint on is an excess I can’t afford.
Poster print: https://www.zazzle.com/z/ahz7wied?rf=238144468071759617
Several months old, but as usual, working on it helped me feel less anchor-less for a spell. That was nice.
As Black History month comes to a close, I’m sharing a song written during the BLM protests in 2020. When I think about my family history, I’m reminded how I can only trace back so far and how I’ll never know exactly where my ancestors came from, all those unanswerable questions. I often feel like a black speck in the milk, out of place and rootless trying to navigate this unwelcoming society. But mostly this song is a response to those who don’t want people who look like me here. Guitar & voice. Also on streaming services.
My mother painted the black and red brushstrokes of this heart and I added the other elements, made a card. It reminds me of bandaged flesh, something on the mend. I’m trying to recover now from the past 2 months, but I’m struggling and unsolicited hope / optimism is making it worse. Upsetting because it doesn’t work on me anymore.
Allyson Marie Arts 