Visual artist & writer specializes in drawing, illustration, and creative experiments @EllesaurArts.com
A Deliciously Dangerous Game
The scene was perfect. A fancy restaurant, glittering table settings, they had both dressed to the nines. In all the years M and R had worked together, against each other, chased each other across borders of time and space, and vehemently vowed to end each other, she had never expected them to end up here.
The Hidden Haven
Sudden as a crack of lighting on a sunny day, Nidemph appeared before the entrance to the old barn, floating momentarily in the air.
At Eventide, We Meet
She clutched the locket to her chest, amidst the sour howling winds. Her hair flew around her face, her brow knotted in worry, but her fingers held firmly around the metal heart. Everything within sight was a dark luminescent blue, punctured by stains of black shadow. Except, between the latticed tendrils of its casing, at the locket's center burned a light like the last coal in a fading fire. She rubbed her fingers against its surface, as though to warm them from the chill. It was not a good night to stand in these desolate wastelands alone. As if ever there was? "I will stay until the time appointed."
I could make art every day for the rest of my life, and never run out of ideas. Not only have I learned to draw in many styles, to use paints and charcoal and a multitude of materials, but I have trained myself to see limitless inspiration.
And Then I Cut Them Up, Part 1
This story recounts the birth of an art project. Or rebirth in a sense, like a phoenix, if you consider how I used the created pages of books – tragically destined for a landfill – as the starting point for many new creations.