Friday, September 30, 2011

older original pieces for sale:

⇨ i prefer paypal payment, but other could be arranged

⇨ the works come singed and dated

shipping is on me! you pay only for the artwork ' ‿ '

⇨ oil color painting, size 12x9
⇨ $70

⇨ color pencil, size 11x7
⇨ $20

⇨ watercolor pencil, size 8x4
⇨ $36

⇨ oil color experiment, size 8x7
⇨ $30

⇨ watercolor work, the eye lace and beads have shed but this only adds to the piece, size 9x7
⇨ $25

⇨ watercolor, size 5x4
⇨ $18

⇨ watercolor, size 9x4
⇨ $15

⇨ ink, size 11x6
⇨ $40

⇨ pencil, size 11x8.5
⇨ $35

⇨ indian ink, 11x8.5
⇨ $20

⇨ ink, 8x6
⇨ $15

⇨ ink, size 11x7
⇨ $15

⇨ ink, size 7x5.5
⇨ $20

⇨ indian ink, size 11x8.5
⇨ $15

⇨ pencil sketch, size 11x8.5
⇨ $7

Saturday, June 5, 2010

wowowow I completely forgot of your existence blogspot 

I've been running through my mistakes and trying to make scene of what to do. I have many plans concerning this summer and many ideas. Hopefully an installation and starting sculptures, which is like foreign language to me but I'm all for braking that barer. This summer will be a summer of growth. 

After all I am not going to college next year, and I very much came in terms with the idea, but I crossed my heart and promised to take a giant leap forward with art this year. No more petty sketches and excuses to stay in comfort zone of my ~teenage years~. I have always been a child at heart but related to older crowd, so I don't know why this part of me is so undeveloped still. I guess there is time for everything, and this is the time to stop. I have completely remodeled my room and stocked up on suede mat board + canvas, so I'd say we are to a good start, sail away!


Sunday, March 14, 2010

 Procrastination is life indeed...In fact this post is a procrastination. Oh the dreaded macroeconomics paper... and replying to emails :\
hobolitiously delicious~

Procrastination from Johnny Kelly on Vimeo.

i want to make little gardens in glass houses, many many, all over my room with peeling paint walls and dirty mirrors~

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Those little beads~ I want to say Im happy with the above, but those words are just not coming out of my mouth. I want to work with beads more...beads and tea bags, and I shall. Today I dried my first tea bag, ho ho ho, I cant wait to make something fancy 

I was in a middle of nowhere this weekend and in the middle of nowhere was a little hippie village. No people were present but it was obvious the place was not abandoned, it felt like a ghost town or probably more like a spirit town. It was bewitching. I wish i could have stayed in those mud houses. At least for a week, I want to live in the woods like those and have no connection to the world, it can be disastrous~ I never want to label myself as a hippie, there are many aspects I disagree with in heir customs, but I do love nature and I am very much spiritual. I never though to say something like that, but here it is in words and history. Im not afraid to admit such a discovery to myself.  

I want to celebrate Ivan Kupala, its a Russian pagan holiday symbolizing fertility and washing away sins. Women jump over the fire, dance in circle while holing hands, and make beautiful flower wreaths. This summer it must be done! It will be a night when we become trees and glistening moon light. 

Thats all leading to this: trees! this post is of trees and flowers, it is so very pointless and you might find it boring, but I love every bit of it. ( it seems that the pictures become cut off in the post. Click on them to see the full view, it's much more exiting, I promise )

this is tea in a jar 

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

"the cancer upon our world is the domination of our false ego and our divorce from nature "

this documentary blew my mind, piece by piece. It was like listening to my thoughts coming out of another's mouth with great vocabulary and breathtaking facts. Please watch or listen to the words spoken here.



Tuesday, March 2, 2010

frogs getting married? YES! this needs to happen, Potato in silly cloths and flowers, mmmmhm~

Saturday, February 27, 2010

and I must admit, Irina Ionesco is goddess.  There is none like her, one of a kind chilling beauty of being a women. Every time I think I have moved on, I come back 

My mind has been blooming with ideas and creative knowledge lately, but too sad for poor little me all the dumb class work I have to do, no time is left to create. I need to envelop myself in an atmosphere of the other world, and i keep telling myself, one day one day I'll move out, one day I'll get out of here, but maybe they all are silly excuses. I am like most, a procrastinator with a hand full of excuses and head full of dreams and there's those attention span problems, the carelessness of the moment is just too alluring.  

I guess all that leads to this: my tightly sewed up eyes were ripped open. Yes i think ripped is the right word, it was forceful and it was painful, but all of a sudden my outlook on the world has greatly changed. Not just on the world but also on the things I do and things I create, and why i create them, you know, that bigger picture everyone seems to be talking about and rarely finds. I like to think I set my foot on the right path, it seems dark ahead for now and I don't know how long before the sun will rise, but the other path is a deadend. So so so, what I'm saying is I will experiment with art, do everything I was too afraid or incapable of doing before. I want to find the edge of that metaphorical box and join Damien Hirst on the other side, because I know that bastard is waiting! In the end I might create a different dA and have it as an alter ego sort of thing until it will become who I am...we'll see, thinking ahead is too much right now. 

I've discovered this amazing piece, gloves made out of teabags and velevt. Im not too sure why it fascinates me this much.

and me sleeping in the snow, part of the assignment I might revel a lot latter