My latest Artwork- For those who don't know me, I am a fantasy and traditional artist...check out my official online gallery and store!...
www.kirstinmills.com
I also have galleries at Deviant Art , Elfwood , Art Wanted and The Australian Fantasy Art Enclave along with many other talented Australian fantasy artists.
For more ranting and website updates you can see my Livejournal page...
The Live Journal of Kirstin Mills
Here are some of my artworks...full collection is on my website.
I have chips in my teeth because I bite things that I shouldn’t. I still don’t know if I’ve completely learnt my lesson. I love waking up to the early morning sun peeping through the edges of my curtains, sensing the heat of the day already dispelling the lingering cool of night, and pressing my face up to the fly-screen in my window to make my first deep breath of the day the warm, blossom-scented air. I find things cute that most people find ugly. Things that are too cute make me cry. I love: late nights and early mornings, though I can never seem to fully enjoy both in succession; closing my eyes on swings and opening them again at the highest point to watch the sky fall away from me; picture-books; Australian wildlife –except the things that sting and bite; sneezing (unless it's more than three times when it gets annoying); photography and art –drawing, painting, sculpting- I always have and I always will; giant slippery-dips; kisses on the beach at sunrise and knowing that the first moment of my day was spent in such bliss; warm and woolly, thick and brightly coloured winter socks –especially the ones with grip on the bottom for better chasing round the house; pens and pencils; my most beautiful Cherokee, el gato con botas, with the finest whiskers this side of the galaxy; the hour between 12 and 1 AM when all is quiet and my mind unravels itself, uninhibited by anything –many essays have been accomplished at this time!; cupcakes with pink icing and smartie eyes; making up new signatures and trying to remember which one I picked; old people with attitude; playing at the park with Ash –tip, somersaults, spinning til we’re sick on those whirly things –and then collapsing on the grass in laughter, exhausted and brilliantly happy; mud-fights, mud-pies, and mud in general, especially when it squishes between my toes; language! –poetry, prose, alphabets and dictionaries, translations and signs, symbols, names and their roots –words and the elusive meaning that dances behind them! I can read Anglo-Saxon and Middle English, Celtic Runes, Hieroglyphics, Latin and the alphabet system I made up to stop my sisters reading my diary when I kept one. I learnt bits of Italian and French in school and I want to learn Spanish; chocolate biscuits and milo at Grandma’s house; cousins! I have 19 of them!; professing undying love under the moonlight; picking up skinks and small lizards and feeling the smoothness of their shiny skin; the cool, soft lapping of salt water at the edges of my face and body as I float in the gentle sway of an aqua sea, just far enough out to swim but not far enough out to be scary –there is a fine line; antiquities! Anything ancient and archaeological –it always amazes me just how similar the human experience has been –from Egypt, 15th century B.C. to now; hugs -as long as they are real- tight and strong with that unspoken sense of true caring; frogs; Grandpa’s stories; playing tip with my sisters round the loop our house makes; mum yelling at us to stop before we break something; Barge-a-lounge! Something that has to be seen to be understood. Kind of like WWF meets Spanish matador in a modern lounge setting; mum yelling at us to stop before we break something; the snug, crisp feeling of a sunbaked towel after emerging from the sea; the unique summer scent of salt, sunscreen and seaweed; treasured memories- random infanthood recollections, moments of side-splitting laughter and tender insight with friends, any moment I have ever spent with Ash, loved and lost pets, family gatherings, dad cooking a summer BBQ dinner while the sun sinks behind the trees and I ride round and round our patio on my trike, the excitement of waking up on my birthday, the entire Christmas season. Some of my collections have been: buttons, sea-shells, cicada shells, cicada wings, butterfly wings, pine-cones, feathers, ribbons and bits of string, odds and ends like bottle-tops, pipe-cleaners and elastic bands that one day I will need for something, no matter how immediately inconceivable. My most important feature is my imagination: my best friend and my worst enemy. Source of my empathy, with it I lead the most exciting, fantastic and magical life, yet because of it I have vowed never to watch another horror movie again.
If you've made it to the end of that with your brain unfrazzled then congratulations! :) You now know me a little bit better! :P
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