Limited Edition Giclee Print
... ... ... The original is a 7X10ft oil painting.
(She now lives in Spain.)
Graphite on Paper
One of the last remaining pages from a book I created many years ago. That I may publish in the near future (we shall see.) Her energy was also translated onto a water tower in NOLA, into a giant by the same name.
Colored Pencil & Graphite on Paper
This rather unique pearl is quite peculiar in her vulnerability and fluidity. She seems destined to rotate, as if seen through the eye of storm. Created on a very rainy night, on the banks of the Mississippi.
Mixed Media on Paper
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. The layers of a seed bearer. "Sometimes you have to stop the bleeding yourself." She comes with pieces of the garden she grew from.
Colored Graphite & Pastel on Paper
Created while experiencing some rather long and surreal winter nights in Brooklyn. Curious how (sometimes) they never truly "become," (in her, case cracking open into color) until sometime later. It seems she began as a spirit of winter. But landed right smack in the middle of Spring.
Colored Graphite on Paper
This saturated seraphim has been building for some time. Years, in fact. She is one of those that I began thousands of feet in the air, flying back to the states from Uruguay, and then was tucked away as I ventured out to live my life on the ground. Faceless, nameless, watching me wander through yet to be created eyes, and (perhaps) protecting me from deeper scars. She is another spirit animal, no doubt. More spirit than woman (whatever the fuck that means.) The same could be argued for all woman. Ever.
But I love her. She was born in flight. An ascending deep heart beat. Perhaps the deepest. Who can say.
Graphite and Ink on Paper
I began this little seraphim, along with two others, while sitting by a fire, off the grid, near a small town called Garzon, Uruguay. I ran out of graphite before completing her hands and feet and was only able to do the final touches once I had returned to New York. Then came this swirl of what, I can't quite say. It reminds me of the Mississippi, or some less than clear river water, or some less than clear fog. Whatever it is, She seems playfully seduced by it. That curl of the spin seems less than innocent. As hips often are.
Limited edition silkscreen print.
Black ink on white paper.
The Eleonora Prints are the first of their kind. Hand pulled by yours truly in a ramshackle basement in the snow. Each one holding its own beautifully, with subtle variations & unique imperfections. But thats what makes prints so gawd damn gorgeous, right?... I say that smiling.
This is a limited edition of fifty, printed in a few different colors and sizes. All of which are uploaded here separately. As this is the first print I have ever sold, I am not putting a limit on the amount of prints one person can purchase but if you seem to be buying me out in the attempt to turn a profit, I will undoubtably refund your money and hand them out to homeless people just to spit you. It is Christmas after all.
I will continue to make prints available to purchase but Ella will likely be the only one I am able to hand pull myself for at least a few months so keep that in mind.
And thank you ... you're support as collectors keeps this girl moving forward.
Nothing but sweetness ~f.