Finishing Touches

〰️ finishing touches 〰️

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Brilliant Particles

Brilliant Particles. Gouache, pencil on paper, 5×8”. Organizing my studio, I came across some of my work from a few years ago & was reflecting on how so much can change within a few years. ✨🕊🍃

Unofficial After Party

Come join me @artshare_la for @laartshow after party and closing reception for our All Stars show. It is FREE to attend! There will be 2 DJs @azul213 @djfrancescaharding, and a cash bar available with cocktails from @mulhollanddistilling & @qmixer and beer from @pabstblueribbon.

A Crown that Bleeds “ii”

A Crown that Bleeds “ii”

Digital Rendering at the Coffee shop

Working on some new pieces. In the meanwhile, This is a mural concept rendering at this coffee shop.

Feeling inspired in Peru & Parts of a painting

Feeling inspired while walking Peru tonight

Sympathetic Strings(2017) [A Beautiful Decay Series]

Acrylic & Oil on Wood 36’’ ⭕️ Diameter

Sympathetic Strings

Sympathetic Strings(2017) [A Beautiful Decay Series]

Acrylic & Oil on Wood 36’’ ⭕️ Diameter

Unique Craft Fair and New Work

Excited this week to be prepping for a show in Santa Monica August 19, 20. @Uniquecraftfair #uniquela. I'll have new and limited release pieces available to those on the email list & visiting the show. Come by and take a closer look and feel of the jewelry along with some new work in person.

Disturbing Algorithm  (Remixed)

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Just read an amazing article that mentioned how color can affect your productivity by Talor Casti @thecoppergirl on @mashable. Even if you may have a favorite color, the effect of being around certain colors are universal. I’m putting together an experiment to try this week with my peeps on my email list. Come try it with us. It’s easy and fun. Sign up for the email list at leahsmithson.com (the link is in the profile)

A Quiet Interlock

•Ishan Project: 299/66•

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A QUIET INTERLOCK

They begin trailing the Impostors, but Anali still was pained at the heart from seeing her parents. Before she turned this corner she turned back to take one last look. But as she sees them, she notices her mother no longer is slack jawed. Her mouth is now closed and focused. Despite her burns and agony it seems that she now is able to gather her energy to lock eye contact with her seed. Anali starts to feel the connection they once shared. It was as though her mom was infusing energy into her central nervous system.

A QUIET INTERLOCK / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″

 

An Unlocked Memory

•Ishan Project: 288/77•

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AN UNLOCKED MEMORY

As we discuss the origins of her vapor, a memory comes back to Anali. She recalls a time period when Chûndra and her were close. They had been inseparable at one point. Sisters even.

Anali’s father had built a room which they shared as teenagers. At night they would tell stories of their innermost secrets and aspirations, occasionally staying up ’til dawn giggling. One night while bundled up, Chûndra told her the story of her mother’s death. Anali remembered her describing her mom simply withering away right in front of her. She had only been 11 years old at the time.

AN UNLOCKED MEMORY / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″

 

Two Hemispheres

•Ishan Project: 284/81•

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TWO HEMISPHERES

The Sower has been watching this takeover. She well knows the losses this world has seen due to Chûndra, and that the scales would need to be changed. She can offer her assistance.

She delicately holds one of the remaining seedlings in her arms. Rïden, Netra, Aram, Anali and Koyu form a circle around her enhancing her powerful ability. This power generates a charge which electrifies her extremities causing a split in the earth’s atmosphere. She feels her body begin to divide itself gradually into two hemispheres. The world around her takes a spin, now. She then hears the waters from the Pacific start to navigate through her interiors, and she concentrates on this sound. Glimmering light from the Sun beams brightly on her garments, which then create a pattern similar to a crocheted garment.

 TWO HEMISPHERES/ Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″

Dwindling Lights

•Ishan Project: 283/82•

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DWINDLING LIGHTS

Dwindling lights fade into the shadows. Etched into their minds like carvings from ice sculptures, our young lady finds herself entranced by the slow rhythm created by the beating of raindrops heard outside.  In this one moment, she wouldn’t allow the distractions to overtake her. She gathered her bearings as she feels a confusion brewing in her heart. But the vapor wouldn’t overtake her like the others. She stayed focused—focused on a rhythm captured by her eardrum which anchored the inspiration she held so sacredly.

DWINDLING LIGHTS / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″

Figure in the Shadows

•Ishan Project: 282/83•

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FIGURE IN THE SHADOWS

There’s no rhyme or reason as to why the swarm has come as far we can tell yet. After the last swarm, Rïden thought he witnessed something out of his peripheral which resembled a shadowy figure in the moonlight. But when he turned to get a closer view, it seemed as though no one was there. I don’t know. Maybe it was nothing.

FIGURE IN THE SHADOWS / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″

 

A Gauze For Blinding

•Ishan Project: 279/86•

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A GAUZE FOR BLINDING

Once the haze spread rampant, a fractal pattern of the mind was disturbed. Years ago, a distinct spiral pattern of 137.5° was given the name: A Golden angle. This angle forms a compact arrangement that is extremely efficient in distribution of matter creating what people commonly refer to as a Fibonacci sequence. This sequence can be seen in a snowflake, a pattern of a shellfish, or in the circular shapes created from the petals of a flower.

This young lady was one of the first observed by Jeth who took on peculiar changes. She had been dancing by herself one night to a tune created by the rain outside when suddenly, like a gauze, a purple film began blinding her vision. It circled itself around her eyes first destroying the flowers waking effects. It then formed a vice grip around her neck, suffocating then reconditioning her to this new vapor.

Jeth had been watching in horror as her movements once again became robotic.

 

A GAUZE FOR BLINDING / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″

The Smell of Loyalty

•Ishan Project: 245/120•

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THE SMELL OF LOYALTY

Under her scrutiny she watches the Chemist as she mixes a new batch of her vapor. The ingredient was a new one laced with a hint of lavender. She then test it’s affects on her drones.

Initially, they seemed unaffected. Then slowly, one by one they begin clutching their sides while howling in agony. She hadn’t expected it to be this potent. She stares at them as they experience this pain. She almost feels something similar to sympathy for them. “But their sacrifice is only necessary,” she reasons to herself. She can’t afford to have another tragedy. She was so close to getting what she wanted and couldn’t risk them leaving.

THE SMELL OF LOYALTY / Gouache, Graphite / 5.5″ x 4″

Let Them Eat Hate

•Ishan Project: 227/138•

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LET THEM EAT HATE

A frontal attack wouldn’t be as effective. She wants them to fall to pieces. Chûndra devises a plan to cause friction amongst the 4bearance. Something covert to let them eat hate. That way they’re too distracted to be concerned with the next phase of her plan.

LET THEM EAT HATE/ Gouache, Acrylic, Color Pencil  / 5.5″ x 8.5″

Something About the Sunshine

•Ishan Project: 214/151•

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SOMETHING ABOUT THE SUNSHINE

Rumor has it that before all of the seeds were destroyed someone has been able to harvest the seedlings. How they’ve been able to protect them from this monster we don’t know yet but we’ll find out soon.

SOMETHING ABOUT THE SUNSHINE / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″

A Viscid Walk

•Ishan Project: 213/152•

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A VISCID WALK

Her tendrils drag slowly across the muddy field as she mourns her seedlings. Salty water begins to fall from her eyes and she glances at the dried blood caked onto the lids around those traps placed just days ago. These invisible thieves had taken everything she’d worked so hard for.

A slow drizzle begins. The fog from the bay crosses the peninsula. Looking down, she sees the bird’s footprints. It’s claws had dug down greedily into the soil snatching its victim from its roots. All that remain: water condensation. She hears the first raindrops fall. This marshy field, once teeming with life, is now simply a deserted tomb. The pulsation in her heart skips a beat and her pressure rises. For four generations her family had protected and grown these seeds successfully. The rain begins to pick up now leaving her tendrils soaked. From the corner of her eye she notices movement which changes her focus. A blue green flagella like substance glides across the surface of one of the cavities buried deep in the ground. And then a spark…. An idea is triggered.

A VISCID WALK / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″