“Pretty Donna" performed by the Atlanta Symphony Youth Orchestra. From
our collection of dinner music.
And if I regarded all the girls and women in my life as "Flowers", Donna is by far the most pretty and dramatic.
It is Almost Donna's face. Here, the nose is slightly wrong. ALSO - Donna Darkwolf "wouldn't be found Dead in Ditch!! Dressed LIKE THAT!!".
To quote her words when she saw this print.
As an artist - I am free to fantasize and create my own World. There were
women in many of my paintings. They were all different.
Yet there was one who appeared constantly, and whether by accident or subliminal process this imperious / imperial visage would emerge from the brush strokes.
The patrician, aquiline nose, the high arching brows, the well defined cheek-bones all describing a woman of royalty.
Her slightly up-turned Arabic eyes, sometimes, with a dreamy look to them, others with a fixed gaze on the viewer.
Sometimes she appears distant and aloof, other times provocative
And her Mouth!? What a Mouth...
This is a mouth of secret, hidden mirth.
The corners are always just another muscle twitch away from a little smile.
People who talk about the Mona Lisa smile, don’t know anything...
The Cherub Cat is only a term in the Angel Tiger.
They don’t know anything – until they have seen this mouth.
The lips being what some fashion artists refer to as “bee-stung”.
A mouth that can lift at one corner, with a knowing, side-glanced smile… in a fashion I have not often seen repeated.
A mouth that can make a small moue of disappointment,
That will cause any man to change his mind about whatever it was he had done.
Or was about to do. Or wouldn’t do.
The mouth of Hotly Promised surrender, The Mouth of Utter Desire.
The mouth of Scintillating Sarcasm and Dire Wrath.
The Mouth of Saintly Benediction
And the Voice of All Dark Fears Born.
The Mouth of Love’s Love, of Love.
1970. A Promotional Work-piece for my Portfolio, as I set out as a Free-lance
Illustrator. I was 17.
Just finishing high school. A face I saw so many times in my dreams.
1971. Uriah Heep releases their album "Salisbury".
It is the fourth track of the Album.
A philosophical examination that informs us that evil cannot be overcome by evil itself.
In a year, I will be a gunship Flight Lieutenant, commanding a Flight in a country no one even remembers.
I Fought for Her. My Lady.
1974. I did a lot of Fantasy and Sci-Fi Art on commission. Hence this
Butterfly Girl. Inspired by Santana's album Borboletta, which is Spanish
I used to meet her in my dreams in a sunlit garden.
Not a fantasy. A MEMORY. I Understood... now.
'Canto de los Flores', which is playing now, guided my imagination - and SHE drifted into my life.
1979. Something for myself - for a change.
I painted many girls and women in my Fantasy and
Sci-Fi Art... But this one kept appearing in my dreams
I had many long, lucid conversations with her...
1980. Commissioned by a womens shoe emporium.
4.5m x 2m. So she is life-size.
I did not "fatasize" her.
I PAINTED HER FROM MY MEMORY
1981. For my Collection. I am a Capricorn. A Goat.
This "explains" HER.
I was born 1 1 52. She - 24 2 62.
Ten years, one month later
1982. Twenty years after Donna was born.
A Self-Promo Piece which I still have.
1984. I could always tell in my dreams if she was happy or sad - never imagining that one day I wold be looking at the reality of my Donna Cara Bella.
1986. I imagined a drink that TASTED like Donna.
She looks like Sophia Lauren... SO...
1986. No half-measures with the Donna Ragazza...
The dress is held on by imagination, the music exists only in my mind - and my only wish is to dance with her, without f*cking it up...
1981. Serenity amidst Disaster.
The Peace after the Storm
1982. 'Donna Rising out The Book of Spells'.
Once you turn the Page. Her Dance Starts
There is no stopping her. She has ARRIVED.
1971. Before I went into the Army. I was reading a history book about Isis and the Gate of Ishtar.
1977. A Marijuana Advert. What dope-smoking hippies dream up while they
E-mail me if you want a Print-Ready File. 30 x 40 CM.
I painted this in 1974. Donna was just Twelve.
I had just come out of the Army.
Donna dark wolf may have vanished for a moment.
The Imagination continues...