Skip to main content

NYC Exhibition



The sudden realization that five of my girls are bound for an exhibition in NYC has left me in a state that can only be described as a sort of hazy exhilaration. I'm a little sad to see them go... but it's time they have a life that goes beyond the walls of my art studio.

For information on gallery dates or the purchase of these painting, please contact Justin Pettress at dreemzandco@gmail.com


(Back row, left to right: Carbon 24 x 30 oil on wood panel, Skull Eye 20 x 24 oil on wood panel. 
Front row, left to right: Thornebury 20 x 24 oil on wood panel, Impala 20 x 24 oi on wood panel, Nadia 20 x 24 oil on wood panel)

Share on Tumblr
Labels:

Comments

Alex said…
I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so proud of you, my love!
2:21 PM
Anonymous said…
wow you are such a talent, loooove!

fashionableroad.blogspot.com
7:57 PM
Sara. said…
Congrats to you that is amazing:)!
11:17 PM
Vintage Lollipops said…
Thank you so, so much for these lovely comments!!!
10:37 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Harness to Hold Me

After months of insatiable cyber-stalking, I finally spotted the Sam Edelman vaulted wonders, and self-restraint immediately spider-webbed into an inextricable pursuit. A victim to the hunt, I admit, my initial reaction could easily be perceived as semi-ridiculous panic. Naturally, I called the momma bear. And even as her ritualized shopping excursion unfolded, she elicited a rather piercing squeal through the telephone receiver, which undoubtedly created a bevy of stares among the crowded grocery store aisles. Like a little devil perched high upon my right shoulder, she urged me to buy them… evidently an advocate to my daringly unapologetic platform fetish . A silent negotiation yanked me from reverie, and a minute later, Ben called verifying my bootstrapped harness wishes would soon be one among my closet’s legion. Maybe they’re just a pair of shoes , but they were going to mine… and when the e-mail confirmation deep-rooted his completely unexpected purchase, all he said was, “Well,...
155 comments
MORE PICTURES »

Toy Soldiers

Like a shadow, some things lurk. And much as the weekend, mutually quiet and eventful… nothing and everything makes sense when draped in funky sugarplum fairies and twinkling lights. Not our best-laid plan, we being the blithe adventuresses of the family, joined ranks with all those holiday cheermeisters and staunchly faced a teeming shopping blitz. Inextricably, the scheming afternoon wrath of cart pushers, window peekers, road ragers, and zany bargain seekers , was one such lurking moment. A harmonic hysteria of present-persuasion and shopping grandeur, I muddled through an amusing/frightening mirage, loving the extreme pandemonium… no matter how catawampus it all appeared. But like some freakish optical illusion climaxing a jolly North Pole sequel, its inevitable dusk till dawn tradition leaves me feeble-minded. So, while hunting holiday gifts and embracing yuletide paradise, I couldn’t help wondering… are we gluttons for punishment or just eager to come out and play. Who knows, but...
115 comments
MORE PICTURES »

Face Time with Red Wine

Through the looking glass of a little green Beetle... Unaffected, I paid little attention to the insufferable ambiance that lent a mere 22 degrees or to an audience of six casual observers who felt it mandatory to applaud the larking about of my camera love child. So we clambered into the cold steel of one such orphaned shopping cart and went on our happy way. Special thanks to the lovely Vicen for featuring me in LOOK 10 ... thanks a million sweetie! Coat (faux fur trim), H&M. Heels, JC.
167 comments
MORE PICTURES »