|Copyright 2014 Alisa Steady, alisasteadyart.com|
16 x 20 Acrylic on Canvas. 'Boromir' (Lord of the Rings)
Saturday, September 13, 2014
|Copyright 2014 Alisa Steady, alisasteadyart.com|
16x20 Acrylic on canvas. Available.
Painting No. 2 of a 30 Day Challenge to paint every day. Good exercise to 1) learn how to work fast, 2) keep several paintings going at one time to factor in dry time / rest time, but still painting, 3) hone painting skills.
I've been doing portraits for the 30 Day Challenge. Not because I necessarily want to, but it seems to be what's exciting me these days. I've never done portraits before, and am wondering if I feel asleep behind the Creative Wheel on this one all the years past, lol.
Most importantly though, I'm having a GREAT TIME doing this. Really learning. Enjoying the process from start to finish.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
And so the dream marches on...
Big News for This Artist!
I am now officially being represented by the coolest on-line art gallery around.
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Thursday, August 28, 2014
|18 x 24 x 1 Acrylic on Canvas Titled: Joey|
Commissioned Pet Portrait
So, betcha didn't know I am taking pet commissions? Oh yes indeedy.
Example of the kind of pet portraits-ish (more like personality stories) I do. This is of a beautiful black kitty named Joey. Commission was for an old beautiful soul that goes to The Way Back In Time with me.
Sizes start with 18 x 24.
Larger pet paintings available.
Contact me @ firstname.lastname@example.org
Turnaround time is three weeks.
(Great for upcoming Holidays - surprise with an original painting that will knock said socks o.f.f.)
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
So, practicing my hand at portraits in my style / voice, and it's been an interesting ride. I'm tapping into the Dutch Painter heritage, me thinks... But always bright bold colors.
16 x 20 Wood panel frame
'E=MO2' Emo Philips
Monday, August 18, 2014
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Dear Robin Williams,
You've never been just 'Robin' or even 'Mr. Williams' to me. You're Robin Williams. Two words that magically belong together like jelly beans. Or potato chips. Except instead of sweet and crunchy, your name was always synonymous with 'brilliant actor' 'genius comic' and 'award winner'.
And, consequently, you are also a part of my lineage. See, in 1978 when you were Mork from Ork, I was an 8 year old kid living right up the street from where you went to elementary school in Lake Forest Illinois. I'd watch you on the boxy television with the manual dial and be gobsmacked by your rainbow suspenders and the finger pointing pin. Your magical character Mork made me laugh at his zany wackiness, and relate to his kindness and naivety.
As I grew older and more mature, so did your career as an actor and comedian. I remember Moscow On The Hudson and marveled that you could change your accent and be so convincingly Russian. And then turn around and be a tireless ball of white hot energy as a stand up on HBO. You made me laugh and cry and wonder at the immense talents a single human could have.
The lineage part comes from the fact that since I was eight year old, you have been around impacting my life through your work. Each of your movies correlates with my timeline for the last thirty-six years from 8-year-old kid to young adult, to mature grown up. First loves. Hardship. Break ups. Great accomplishments. Terrible loss. Big successes. Small victories. The whole wide gamut. And there you were in the middle of it all with your big, magical presence.
You were endearing. Dangerous. Naughty. Quick as lightening. Lovable. Magical. Talented to the nth degree. I could go on and on, but won't. Because the point of this letter is this:
Your passing has left me wide open and raw. I ache with sadness. And it hurts coming to grips with the fact that you are no longer on this planet. That you left us, on purpose.
You hung yourself in your closet with slashed up wrists. Knowing that is like a kick in the gut. I'm angry that you chose this as your method for escaping the obvious pain you were in because you had so much life to live yet. You left your kids - your pride and joy - to cope with your sudden and violent loss with them to always ask, "Why?" And your dog kids. Not to mention your wife and close friends. So yeah. I'm pissed. At the same time, I am full of compassion and understanding. I get it. Lots of shit going on in your life you didn't expect. Divorces, money problems, feeling humiliated and embarrassed that your t.v. show was canceled after one season, struggles with addiction, and depression.
But guess what? I've been there too. So I know how deep and fucked up depression can be, coupled with life's ugly bullshit and addiction. I guess that's the difference between you and me - two humans experiencing life on this blue rock. You opted out permanently. And in your wake, you have left millions of spirits still *here* shocked and grieving.
"Why? Was I that significant in your lives?" you might ask.
And the answer is YES. Sure, most of us didn't know the 'real' you on a personal level. But your reputation proceeded you. You were known not only as a brilliant talent, but a kind loving person who made everyone from top on down feel like a person. And I know if you and I had met, I would have loved you in real time as much as I do as an entertainer.
It's more than just being a celebrity, Robin Williams. What you transmitted out to the world was far more mind blowing and important than Hollywood. You were love. Absolute love contained in a meat suit and you radiated this love outward beyond your physical self and touched hearts across the continents. You were one of the bright lights this world so desperately needs.
...and thus, the pain and hurt I feel right now as a result from you extinguishing your light not even 72 hours ago.
I will miss you as I carry on with my journey here. And I will mourn your loss for the next few days as it ties in so intricately with my own life and experiences.
You are in the Universe's loving hands now. And through weepy eyes, I find great comfort in this.
RIP Robin Williams.
Your friend in spirit,
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
A fox is so misunderstood. A quick sit in a sun warmed spot, having just sniffed along the prairie's edge the exquisite scents of life. A short hop away from the forest's edge, where not far away her brood awaits in their den.
24 x 24 x 1" deep edge canvas
Acrylic Mixed Media
Titled: Foxy Is The New Orange
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Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Fresh off the painting wall.
Lion. Just in time for the month of Leo.
Which also happens to be my birthday month.
|30 x 40 Acrylic on Canvas Titled: Leo 15,000 by Alisa Steady. Copyright 2014|