"Slim" by Brian K. Raynor 4" x 6" ink on card stock
Slim Whitman is one of my favorite country music icons.
'Ottis Dewey Whitman' Jr was born January 20, 1924, in Tampa, FL. Known professionally as Slim Whitman, he is an American country songwriter and musician, known for his yodeling. Whitman is a right handed but a self-taught left-handed guitarist. He lost almost all of the second finger on his left hand in an accident. He has sold in excess of 120 million albums in unit sales and has had numerous successful recordings. He is consistently more popular throughout Europe, and in particular Britain, than in the US.
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
" Rock * " by Brian K Raynor
" Rock * " by Brian K. Raynor 4" x 6" ink on card stock
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
"Night" by Brian K. Raynor
"Night" by Brian K. Raynor 4" x 6" ink on card stock
"Night" is a woman sleepwalking. She sees the invisable - the things hidden in her subconscious. Clothed in darkness, her nakedness is revealed.
"Night" is a woman sleepwalking. She sees the invisable - the things hidden in her subconscious. Clothed in darkness, her nakedness is revealed.
Monday, February 21, 2011
"Bourgeois" by Brian K Raynor
"Bourgeois" by Brian K. Raynor 4" x 6" ink on card stock
This is my SPIN on a work by, Parisian and contemporary artist, Louise Bourgeois.
This is my SPIN on a work by, Parisian and contemporary artist, Louise Bourgeois.
Monday, February 7, 2011
"Half Life" by Brian K Raynor
"Half Life" by Brian K. Raynor 4" x 6" ink on card stock
I saw this guy and I don't think he really saw me. He was in some hopeless , dark place - somewhere in his own depressed, forsaken, and I'm quite sure, drug addicted soul. A living corpse- unaware that he was decaying, as his nicotene stained fingers raised a crushed cigarette butt from the sidewalk to his lips.
I saw this guy and I don't think he really saw me. He was in some hopeless , dark place - somewhere in his own depressed, forsaken, and I'm quite sure, drug addicted soul. A living corpse- unaware that he was decaying, as his nicotene stained fingers raised a crushed cigarette butt from the sidewalk to his lips.
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