People assume that the living rule the dead, but given what we owe them and how they haunt us, I wonder…
Medium: Ink and watercolor
Who Rules Who?
Fashion Love
Fashion isn’t frivolous. It’s just another way of loving yourself.
Mediums: Ink and watercolor
Feathered Friend
My friend had flyaway hair and a windswept soul. I felt like she belonged in the sky, so I gave her feathers.
Medium: Watercolor
Dirtying Yourself
Girls are often warned against dirtying themselves. Don’t play in the mud, don’t associate with filth. Be clean and pure and perfect. What garbage.
Mediums: Ink and watercolor
Music Is In Your Hands
Music connects us to each other and to ourselves in profound ways, voicing what we can’t find the words for and expressing what we wouldn’t be able to otherwise. Most amazing, music is something we create. It is entirely in our hands, waiting for the chance to spring forth in whatever ways we will allow. What will you allow?
Mediums: Ink and watercolor
Obsession VS Wishful
Be careful.
Medium: Watercolor
Madness
Madness isn’t particularly malicious or malevolent. It isn’t a heartless monster. It’s an unruly child that won’t take no for an answer, throws a tantrum when it doesn’t get its way, and won’t stop touching everything. Which is worse, I think.
Mediums: Crayon, ink, pencil, and watercolor
Can’t Crush Love Can’t Catch Hope
An important reminder in a precarious world.
Mediums: Ink and watercolor
The Green Of Her Eyes
Eyes are the windows to the soul, and they come in many tints. Brown, blue, and every once in a while, green. The subject of this painting not only had stunning green eyes, but a powerful gaze, one that seemed to cut through the urban haze. It reminded me of a quieter place, with dappled sunlight and a gentle breeze…
Mediums: Ink and watercolor
ROZLYN ROBERTS 