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Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Never Believed In Angels Anyway


 "Never Believed In Angels Anyway"
Acrylic on canvas
24"x36"

This was painted entirely with my hands/fingers (no brushes!) in a middle-of-the-night burst of inspiration. Over the past few months several people close to me have lost people close to them and I'd been thinking a lot about the relationship between legacy, mortality, and metamorphosis. There are actual, literal tears mixed with the paint in this piece.

Original fine art by Vancouver, Washington based artist Jamie Lutz Carroll. Buy acrylic paintings, ink and gouache illustrations, limited edition archival prints, and custom and commissioned artwork.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A Prison Of My Own

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 "A Prison Of My Own" I try very hard to be content, and sometimes even happy, with my world. But the truth is, I am never satisfied. With anything. Ever. I always feel like I am trying to run away and leave something behind, while simultaneously running toward something "better". Even though I have no idea what it is that I'm running from or toward. This is a fairly literal representation of how I feel most of the time: running scared, blind, and ready to trip in my own darkness.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

She Found It Puzzling

"She Found It Puzzling" Some days are like that... *sigh*

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Venerasti

"Venerasti" A complete bastardization of the Italian word meaning "to worship". This is painted on a panel plastered with the stock pages. I won't get into politics here (I don't get into them to much anywhere, for that matter), so I'll just say I was feeling disappointed about the importance our society places on economy while ignoring so many things that make life truly rich. This was featured in the "Myth & Legend" show at North Bank Gallery in Vancouver, WA in March 2010.

You What???

"You What???" This started out as more of a "sexy" portrait with the woman leaning in for a kiss, lips slightly parted. But, what can I say? I was having a bad day, one of those really fuming ones where you just want to yell at everyone. I stepped back from this painting and noticed she had no more love, no more kisses, and was instead doing my yelling for me!