Girl 1 (Acrylic on 18 x 24 gallery wrapped canvas), Lanie Grey, 2017
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One of the few images I did not take. I ran across this one day and she screamed strength to me. Her piercing stare and confident stature, almost magical at the same time. She either looks like an Egyptian or Viking woman, both historical cultures I study often, fascinated by their daily life and customs. Her headdress made of horns make her powerful and warrior like.
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One of the few images I did not take. I ran across this one day and she screamed strength to me. Her piercing stare and confident stature, almost magical at the same time. She either looks like an Egyptian or Viking woman, both historical cultures I study often, fascinated by their daily life and customs. Her headdress made of horns make her powerful and warrior like.
Behind my back, are you still here? (Acrylic and spray paint), Lanie Grey, 2017
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Another nod to a well loved artist, Lichtenstein. I’ve displayed sort of a bond girl surrounded by spray paint orange dots. One of my rare colorful pieces. I appreciate the artistic value of the movie ‘Sin City’ as well as 007 movie introductions, both have contrasting black, white and red comic book like images. Pleasing to my eye with a slight darkness and sexiness.
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Another nod to a well loved artist, Lichtenstein. I’ve displayed sort of a bond girl surrounded by spray paint orange dots. One of my rare colorful pieces. I appreciate the artistic value of the movie ‘Sin City’ as well as 007 movie introductions, both have contrasting black, white and red comic book like images. Pleasing to my eye with a slight darkness and sexiness.
Ghost Ship (acrylic, wood stain and gold leaf on 4 x 5' canvas), Lanie Grey, 2015
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Ah the haunted painting. I made this large piece with different colors of wood stain and a rag. Made to replicate clouds with a golden lining. Adding a wooden ship sailing through the clouds like Captain Hook’s ship. Can you find Peter Pan anywhere or must you dream him up?
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Ah the haunted painting. I made this large piece with different colors of wood stain and a rag. Made to replicate clouds with a golden lining. Adding a wooden ship sailing through the clouds like Captain Hook’s ship. Can you find Peter Pan anywhere or must you dream him up?
Pondering Heavenly Calm (wood stain and gold leaf on 3x4' canvas), Lanie Grey, 2015
Yet another dreamlike state, a calm, a place you wish you could always be swaddled in. Made with wood stain and gold leaf to radiate a feeling of bliss to provide a nice ambiance in your space.
Yet another dreamlike state, a calm, a place you wish you could always be swaddled in. Made with wood stain and gold leaf to radiate a feeling of bliss to provide a nice ambiance in your space.
Equal Balance (Acrylic and old newsprint on 2x3' canvas), Lanie Grey, 2015
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Telephone wire and tennis shoes, some say it represents drug sales, death or gang territory. This is a spin on this iconic image created by myself and the commissioner. We added a bra to represent the male and feminine balance.
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Telephone wire and tennis shoes, some say it represents drug sales, death or gang territory. This is a spin on this iconic image created by myself and the commissioner. We added a bra to represent the male and feminine balance.
Release (Acrylic and old newsprint on 1x3' canvas), Lanie Grey, 2015
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An arched back, pleasure, happiness, relaxation…this piece is meant to evoke the feeling you feel when at bliss after a release. Something that took me years to feel. A great feeling it is. The antique newspaper from the San Francisco 1906 earthquake.
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An arched back, pleasure, happiness, relaxation…this piece is meant to evoke the feeling you feel when at bliss after a release. Something that took me years to feel. A great feeling it is. The antique newspaper from the San Francisco 1906 earthquake.
Creep Two (Acrylic and old newsprint on 1x3' canvas), Lanie Grey, 2015
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Sitting pretty, only to have a black widow creep up your side. Is it representative of a man with bad intentions or a struggle at life creeping slowly into your soul? Antique newspaper from the San Francisco 1906 earthquake.
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Sitting pretty, only to have a black widow creep up your side. Is it representative of a man with bad intentions or a struggle at life creeping slowly into your soul? Antique newspaper from the San Francisco 1906 earthquake.
Dropped twice (Vintage newsprint and paint pen on 18"x24" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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This is my second rendition of dropped. Panties molded out of an antique newspaper from the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. You could just grab her panties off the canvas! The original image was taken by my ex-husband, who suggested when we were broke, to sell dirty panties online. This image was taken to do as such, I sold the panties for $50 to some strange man in a BART parking lot in 2004. I thought it was the weirdest fetish. Years prior to this, maybe 2000, I had been a stripper in San Francisco, one of my first customers had asked to wear my panties on his head. That is all he wanted. So strange. But to each their own. Every woman drops their panties at one point, ready to let go and release their power with someone they enjoy. Drop those panties, its lovely to watch…
Torn
(Acrylic and 1906 San Francisco earthquake newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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In my life I’ve been torn between enjoying my sexuality and being terrified by it. At three my choice to have a say in sexuality was brutally revoked. I’ve spent years cleaning up the residual dust left by this experience, compounded by the side-effects that come with an event like that. Sometimes I’m filled with the feelings you feel when you lust for someone, other times I’m filled with gross feelings. The more positive humans I surround myself with the less torn I become. This woman is torn between taking her top off or keeping it on, a never-ending battle.
(Acrylic and 1906 San Francisco earthquake newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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In my life I’ve been torn between enjoying my sexuality and being terrified by it. At three my choice to have a say in sexuality was brutally revoked. I’ve spent years cleaning up the residual dust left by this experience, compounded by the side-effects that come with an event like that. Sometimes I’m filled with the feelings you feel when you lust for someone, other times I’m filled with gross feelings. The more positive humans I surround myself with the less torn I become. This woman is torn between taking her top off or keeping it on, a never-ending battle.
Titanic
(Acrylic and Titanic wreckage newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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Delicate, slow brushing…a self-care of ones hair. Done in a style reminiscent to the Japanese art of nihonga. A nude woman brushes her hair beautifully. The brush made from antique newspaper from the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.
(Acrylic and Titanic wreckage newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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Delicate, slow brushing…a self-care of ones hair. Done in a style reminiscent to the Japanese art of nihonga. A nude woman brushes her hair beautifully. The brush made from antique newspaper from the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.
Dropped
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Bruce, 2012
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This is the original rendition of dropped. Panties molded out of an antique newspaper from the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. You could just grab her panties off the canvas! The original image was taken by my ex-husband, who suggested when we were broke, to sell dirty panties online. This image was taken to do as such, I sold the panties for $50 to some strange man in a BART parking lot in 2004. I thought it was the weirdest fetish. Years prior to this, maybe 2000, I had been a stripper in San Francisco, one of my first customers had asked to wear my panties on his head. That is all he wanted. So strange. But to each their own. Every woman drops their panties at one point, ready to let go and release their power with someone they enjoy. Drop those panties, its lovely to watch…
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Bruce, 2012
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This is the original rendition of dropped. Panties molded out of an antique newspaper from the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. You could just grab her panties off the canvas! The original image was taken by my ex-husband, who suggested when we were broke, to sell dirty panties online. This image was taken to do as such, I sold the panties for $50 to some strange man in a BART parking lot in 2004. I thought it was the weirdest fetish. Years prior to this, maybe 2000, I had been a stripper in San Francisco, one of my first customers had asked to wear my panties on his head. That is all he wanted. So strange. But to each their own. Every woman drops their panties at one point, ready to let go and release their power with someone they enjoy. Drop those panties, its lovely to watch…
Mustache rides
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
I have a love affair with my legs, I quite like them. This was a photograph taken in my early career, adored with antique newspaper on her heels and a bright pink mustache…suggesting someone needs a ride.
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
I have a love affair with my legs, I quite like them. This was a photograph taken in my early career, adored with antique newspaper on her heels and a bright pink mustache…suggesting someone needs a ride.
Robbed quickly
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
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In my teens, as I’ve said before, I was quite the dancer. I danced everything from ballet, jazz, modern, African, Latin, and ballroom…unfortunately due to my many layers of trauma I was side tracked into the typical trip to excessive use of drugs for a couple years. This robbed me of my love of dance as the partying became imperative. I was born in Oakland, raised in Piedmont. I remember not being appreciated at all in Piedmont, bullied from kindergarten on. I swear it didn’t quit far into my thirties. Whenever I went to Oakland to dance I was respected and liked, meanwhile in Piedmont I had ‘leprosy’. My confidence was incredibly damaged by this and detoured into a life with unsavory individuals. I remember going home after school, after being told I was ugly, anorexic, stupid (this was daily for years, until I left high school in the beginning of sophomore year); I’d look in the mirror and wonder why they’d say this as I knew it wasn’t true...mind you these comments were primarily from white classmates. Whilst with my dance friends I was highly respected and encouraged. Ultimately, the hateful speech caused me to give up dance. I ran away from home at 14, hitchhiking to Santa Cruz in a VW bus (by the cutest little hippie chick that gave me one of my most favorite sandwiches with sprouts in it on the way) then to Oregon with two boys in a big rig. I vividly remember the tuck driver ‘Shelby’ who couldn’t understand WTF I was doing and told me I was lucky he was a good person…that other truck drivers were not so much. This was the beginning of me robbing myself of my dance career and also the beginning of me discovering myself.
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
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In my teens, as I’ve said before, I was quite the dancer. I danced everything from ballet, jazz, modern, African, Latin, and ballroom…unfortunately due to my many layers of trauma I was side tracked into the typical trip to excessive use of drugs for a couple years. This robbed me of my love of dance as the partying became imperative. I was born in Oakland, raised in Piedmont. I remember not being appreciated at all in Piedmont, bullied from kindergarten on. I swear it didn’t quit far into my thirties. Whenever I went to Oakland to dance I was respected and liked, meanwhile in Piedmont I had ‘leprosy’. My confidence was incredibly damaged by this and detoured into a life with unsavory individuals. I remember going home after school, after being told I was ugly, anorexic, stupid (this was daily for years, until I left high school in the beginning of sophomore year); I’d look in the mirror and wonder why they’d say this as I knew it wasn’t true...mind you these comments were primarily from white classmates. Whilst with my dance friends I was highly respected and encouraged. Ultimately, the hateful speech caused me to give up dance. I ran away from home at 14, hitchhiking to Santa Cruz in a VW bus (by the cutest little hippie chick that gave me one of my most favorite sandwiches with sprouts in it on the way) then to Oregon with two boys in a big rig. I vividly remember the tuck driver ‘Shelby’ who couldn’t understand WTF I was doing and told me I was lucky he was a good person…that other truck drivers were not so much. This was the beginning of me robbing myself of my dance career and also the beginning of me discovering myself.
Frozen
(Acrylic and newsprint on 2'x3' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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This used to be titled, ‘Frozen’, an image of me with flowers in my hair with antique newspaper flowers. Frozen is how I felt for many years when sleeping with men. I wanted so badly to have fun, but my body would freeze, I couldn’t move, just take the motions as they came. I now no longer freeze having found peace with the past. But for the years I froze it was so debilitating, I am so glad I no longer feel that way.
(Acrylic and newsprint on 2'x3' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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This used to be titled, ‘Frozen’, an image of me with flowers in my hair with antique newspaper flowers. Frozen is how I felt for many years when sleeping with men. I wanted so badly to have fun, but my body would freeze, I couldn’t move, just take the motions as they came. I now no longer freeze having found peace with the past. But for the years I froze it was so debilitating, I am so glad I no longer feel that way.
Slither
(Acrylic and newsprint on 12"x24"canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
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An image of my first muse, who has since left my life unable to provide a solid friendship, now immortalized in this piece. She was another wounded bird from years of decay from mistreatment. A gorgeous being she was, visibly. Her pose demonstrates how a release looks once being satiated by an intense ignition.
(Acrylic and newsprint on 12"x24"canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
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An image of my first muse, who has since left my life unable to provide a solid friendship, now immortalized in this piece. She was another wounded bird from years of decay from mistreatment. A gorgeous being she was, visibly. Her pose demonstrates how a release looks once being satiated by an intense ignition.
Creep
(Acrylic and newsprint on 12"x24" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
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I’m waiting for you, come eat me up. A black widow creeps up her side, protecting her or devouring her?
(Acrylic and newsprint on 12"x24" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
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I’m waiting for you, come eat me up. A black widow creeps up her side, protecting her or devouring her?
Trapped
(Acrylic on 18"x36" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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Alone, dejected, unappreciated, trapped, unable to move…how it feel during depression, being unappreciated, while healing from trauma. It’s a dark and sad place to be. Humans generally curl up into the fetal position when trying to cope this is a normal reaction, quite animalistic.
(Acrylic on 18"x36" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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Alone, dejected, unappreciated, trapped, unable to move…how it feel during depression, being unappreciated, while healing from trauma. It’s a dark and sad place to be. Humans generally curl up into the fetal position when trying to cope this is a normal reaction, quite animalistic.
Mayumi
(Acrylic on 18"x36" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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She was beautiful, a fond memory stays in my mind wishing she had stayed longer. I was only graced with her presence for a small while. I still wish I had been allowed a parallel reality where we could have known each other better and longer.
(Acrylic on 18"x36" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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She was beautiful, a fond memory stays in my mind wishing she had stayed longer. I was only graced with her presence for a small while. I still wish I had been allowed a parallel reality where we could have known each other better and longer.
Jackie
(Acrylic on 16"x20" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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I painted a great mural of my typical birds on a wire for The Avenue Bar in Oakland. While I was there, there was a regular who was so supportive of my craft, so much so I painted this specifically for her and gave it to her. This one is for you Jackie. A sexy image of dangling legs with beautiful heels tossed in the air. Years gone by, oh the fun we had.
(Acrylic on 16"x20" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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I painted a great mural of my typical birds on a wire for The Avenue Bar in Oakland. While I was there, there was a regular who was so supportive of my craft, so much so I painted this specifically for her and gave it to her. This one is for you Jackie. A sexy image of dangling legs with beautiful heels tossed in the air. Years gone by, oh the fun we had.
Prohibition Era
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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One of the few pieces with color, same style in technicolor. Painted during a time when I was feeling stifled and edited. Prohibition era was when alcohol was outlawed, this was a time when I being told nudity in art was not acceptable making me angry as art is what it is, plus what’s the matter with nudity?
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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One of the few pieces with color, same style in technicolor. Painted during a time when I was feeling stifled and edited. Prohibition era was when alcohol was outlawed, this was a time when I being told nudity in art was not acceptable making me angry as art is what it is, plus what’s the matter with nudity?
Buffer
(Acrylic and newsprint on 16"x20" canvas), Lanie Grey, 2013
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Headphones are a buffer for unwanted noise. You can put them on and change your entire mood or outlook. Growing up in the bay area during the 1990s I was thoroughly engulfed in the rave scene, this entailed exhilarating electronic music, fabulous parties with wonderful lights and happy, colorful people. Oh how I miss these beautiful parties. I remember one in particular, which in order to get to you needed a ticket that sent you to a checkpoint, to another checkpoint and then finally the party. This kept the parties safe underground and free of cops. This party was at Homebase in Oakland, an abandoned warehouse bigger than a regular Home Depot. There were several huge rooms filled with laser lights, loud music and people decked out in the coolest clothing. I was wearing heels, a bikini and a see-through raincoat. My boyfriend James (who was such a beautiful man) at the time and I went to use the port-a-potties at some point but ended up walking through some sort of muddy substance. As we got closer the port-a-potties we realized one had tipped over…we were walking through shit! Apparently, a couple had been making out in one and it tipped over. That had to be one of the grossest things to covered in and to make it worse we had to walk all the way down East 12th to the bus after the party at 6am…this is what I was dreaming of while making this piece.
(Acrylic and newsprint on 16"x20" canvas), Lanie Grey, 2013
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Headphones are a buffer for unwanted noise. You can put them on and change your entire mood or outlook. Growing up in the bay area during the 1990s I was thoroughly engulfed in the rave scene, this entailed exhilarating electronic music, fabulous parties with wonderful lights and happy, colorful people. Oh how I miss these beautiful parties. I remember one in particular, which in order to get to you needed a ticket that sent you to a checkpoint, to another checkpoint and then finally the party. This kept the parties safe underground and free of cops. This party was at Homebase in Oakland, an abandoned warehouse bigger than a regular Home Depot. There were several huge rooms filled with laser lights, loud music and people decked out in the coolest clothing. I was wearing heels, a bikini and a see-through raincoat. My boyfriend James (who was such a beautiful man) at the time and I went to use the port-a-potties at some point but ended up walking through some sort of muddy substance. As we got closer the port-a-potties we realized one had tipped over…we were walking through shit! Apparently, a couple had been making out in one and it tipped over. That had to be one of the grossest things to covered in and to make it worse we had to walk all the way down East 12th to the bus after the party at 6am…this is what I was dreaming of while making this piece.
XXX (Censor) (Spray paint and paint pen on 18"x24" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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Made during a time I was trying to break into the Oakland art scene. I’d approach a gallery only to be told my work was too explicit. My work is not explicit, I don’t even show specifics, only suggestions. Being frustrated and angry about this. I painted this as a fuck you to the gallery scene. I felt edited.
Lanie Grey, 2013
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Made during a time I was trying to break into the Oakland art scene. I’d approach a gallery only to be told my work was too explicit. My work is not explicit, I don’t even show specifics, only suggestions. Being frustrated and angry about this. I painted this as a fuck you to the gallery scene. I felt edited.
Birds on a wire Triptych
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
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A friend of a friend commissioned this years ago. There was a time in Oakland when you would see this everywhere in the Bay Area, it was a common image of the city, something normal, safe, comforting, something that didn’t change.
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3 3'x4' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2012
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A friend of a friend commissioned this years ago. There was a time in Oakland when you would see this everywhere in the Bay Area, it was a common image of the city, something normal, safe, comforting, something that didn’t change.
Dirty City (Acrylic on 20"x60" canvas), Lanie Grey, 2013
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The city has a dark grimy side. In comparison with Birds on a wire, this shows barbed wire, two birds and a pair of chucks, the barbed wire describing the prickliness and dangerous side of the city.
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The city has a dark grimy side. In comparison with Birds on a wire, this shows barbed wire, two birds and a pair of chucks, the barbed wire describing the prickliness and dangerous side of the city.
Wonderland Four (Acrylic and spray paint on 16"x16" canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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I was asked to paint this for a Gallery show years prior. The image was taken across from 11 Minna Street at a show I was present for. While painting I was thinking of the Wonderland murders, the four birds represent the perpetrators, the blood represents the murder. But in all reality I was simply fascinated by the beauty of the architectural lines of the building.
Lanie Grey, 2013
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I was asked to paint this for a Gallery show years prior. The image was taken across from 11 Minna Street at a show I was present for. While painting I was thinking of the Wonderland murders, the four birds represent the perpetrators, the blood represents the murder. But in all reality I was simply fascinated by the beauty of the architectural lines of the building.
Commission
(Acrylic and newsprint on 2'x3' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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A commission created years ago by the commissioner. She wanted to be illustrated as a 50s housewife reading the news. I quite enjoyed manipulating the newspaper to almost jump off of the
canvas, making it tangible as well as visual.
(Acrylic and newsprint on 2'x3' canvas),
Lanie Grey, 2013
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A commission created years ago by the commissioner. She wanted to be illustrated as a 50s housewife reading the news. I quite enjoyed manipulating the newspaper to almost jump off of the
canvas, making it tangible as well as visual.
Bird Sorrow
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3'x4' canvas), Lanie Grey, 2013
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A simple image taken in my yard during the winter, then painted on the canvas with a couple newspaper birds added for depth, this piece was later given away with a few pink flowers on the branches ushering spring in.
(Acrylic and newsprint on 3'x4' canvas), Lanie Grey, 2013
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A simple image taken in my yard during the winter, then painted on the canvas with a couple newspaper birds added for depth, this piece was later given away with a few pink flowers on the branches ushering spring in.
