Portraiture

 SELF PORTRAIT WITH RED&BLACK
Oil on Panel. 30x30 cm. 2018

 LEMON TREE GARDEN
Oil on Linen. 134x40 cm. 2017

SELF PORTRAIT AGE 38.
Oil on Copper.15x23 cm. 2017

HOPE
Oil on Linen. 25x30. 2016

DAUGHTER OF THE NORTHERN SUN
Oil on Copper. 33x43 cm. 2016
SCARLET RIBBON
Oil on Copper. 25x18 cm. 2016
  
                                                              THE BLUE PRINCESS
                                                           Oil on Copper. 25x18 cm. 2016

THE GOLDEN LOCKET
                                                             Oil on Linen.  25x35 cm. 2015


LUNA
                                                                 Oil on Linen. 22x29 cm. 2015
  
PIERROT
Oil on Linen. 50x40 cm. 2016
  
THE ENTERTAINER
Oil on Linen. 40x50 cm. 2015

HARLEQUIN
Oil on Linen. 50x45 cm. 2016
LITTLE DOVE
Oil on Linen.  50x45 cm. 2016
 One years old.
Oil on Linen. 55x60 cm 2015
 PANTOMIM
Oil on Panel. 2015

PIERROT
Oil on Panel. 2015
SELF-PORTRAIT IN BLUE SILK
Oil on Linen 2012
KAREN
PORTRAIT COMISSION.
Oil on Linen.30X40 CM.

ELISA
PORTRAIT COMISSION
Oil on Linen. 40X50 CM. 2010

LAURNA
40X50 CM. Oil on Linen.2008

PEARL
25X30 CM. Oil on Panel. 2007

WONDER
Oil on Linen.

3 comments:

  1. A BLANK CANVAS

    What thing shall I say to you?
    Thy colors bleed from your armor.
    What thing shall I say to you?
    Lighting flashing from the sky
    Or violins screaming in my head,
    Drawing sounds within my soul
    Like a thousand drums pounding
    Until my spirit burst free.

    What is this pain burning inside!
    Like an arrow piercing my heart
    How can I resolve this inter need
    Before the arrows finds its mark.
    How does inspiration grow wings?
    In a frozen spirit harden by time.
    Shall it be awaken by a new day?
    That hides in a darkness of fear.

    Thy boundaries are an empty pit
    As ideas give in to idol thoughts
    But thy vastness engages my soul,
    Like the fibers of my last breath.
    Then, my eyes open to a renewal
    Of a moonlit oceans misty waves,
    The crashing sounds are unlocked
    And passion flows with little work.

    You have taken me out of my despair
    And broken my spirit into little pieces,
    Thy colors bleed from your armor.
    Because of a blank canvas before me,
    It now seems you will have your say.
    Today thy brushstrokes of brightness
    Thy rainbow is like an endless river
    And my emptiness is filled once more.

    Epaphroditus© March 4, 2004

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