Lights
Glittering, skittering lights fancy their way across a watery stretch under the knitted frown of a sullen night sky.

36”h x 36”w, acrylic on canvas

Something to Say
Provoked or provoking…in either case, she wants to know, just what do you have to say for yourself?

24”h x 12”w, acrylic on canvas
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Maybe
An invitation near impossible, yet you, brave one, dare to believe.

16”h x 16”w, acrylic on canvas
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Soon
The day’s fire lingers at the horizon while grey impatiently presses for reunion with midnight blue.

36”h x 18”w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Dark Mirror
A reflection glimmers, half-formed, barely holding shape. Copper-gold like ancient treasure adorns her, and is her, life statue-still for a bare moment.

24”h x 12”w, acrylic on canvas
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Dance Moves
White light flashes along the rippling lines of a dancer lost in motion, caught by music, and released to the wilds of her darkness.

28”h x 22”w, acrylic on canvas

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Goldtree
Out of the blue-grey shadows of dense forest a tawny-leaved tree declares itself. The imperfect mirror of the dark water shows bright traces of gold amid its own reflective brilliance of aquamarine dappling.

30″h x 15″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Turnaround
The firm planes of a back and sweet contrast of a shy foot. A woman’s face angled in beautiful pride, a tension of secretive poise and the possibility of a slow turn to reveal.

24″h x 24″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Play of Light
Some god of sky, lathered in almost-storm, stamps furious love notes on the cool meadow green.

36”h x 24”w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Line Up
She blurs in a last adjustment of fabric and frame, rebelling against the attempt to capture her in stillness.

30”h x 15”w, acrylic on canvas
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No Bad Days
Umbrellas mushroom in the summer sun at the stretch of tawny sand where everyone is lost in paradise and the city’s broken dreams wait for another day.

36”h x 36”w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Riverwalk
Low light glances off rockpiles along a serene riverbank, rich hits of burnt umber and gold. Across the water, eerie columns and smoky sky suggest a dark urban embrace, chilling yet beautiful nonetheless.

18″h x 36″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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The Thinker
Lost in the ease of the body, lost in the swell of a feeling, lost in an idea wandering in vague patterns like markings on the floor. While she may appear whole and wholly there, she is in fact, quite lost.

28”h x 22”w, acrylic on canvas, framed
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When in Bloom
There is a dogwood tree in my front yard
And every May it turns me into
The envy of my street.
Thirty feet high of brilliant white flowers
Like clusters of butterflies glowing at nightfall.
The neighbours say to me – in reverent tones
For I am the Keeper of the Dogwood –
That it has never bloomed so much as this year.
Every May they say that.
The other eleven months, my dogwood looks unremarkable,
And the neighbours only frown as they walk past my yard,
Tugging at their children and husbands who linger too long.

30”h x 15”w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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T.W.
A complex interplay of qualities. I see strength in ribbons of ink around biceps and sweetness in a relaxed belly and elegance in open legs. Power at rest.

24″h x 36″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Lie in Green Pastures
Green idyll is rocked by mauve-fingered mischief. It protests innocence – it’s the wind’s fault. I think green idyll is confused, but glorious sky laughs and begins to turn mischief the mild colour of honey.

24”h x 20”w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Midnight
Midnight is when flowing dark whispers the little secrets of steady day, the things you prayed generous gods would reveal when midnight comes.

18”h x 14”w, acrylic on canvas
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Silver Tumble
Gold-leafed sentries line a silver tumble of water, where thousands of stories unfold in jewel-toned flashes.

24”h x 36”w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Stealth
To paint a figure is to try to capture; and I liked the idea that this woman was eluding the grasp of both artist and viewer. A form of subversive rebellion. Swipes of paint erase detail, she threatens to disappear. And in losing her form, her agency is revealed – she is the thief at work here.

24″h x 20″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Strata
Across the glitter of water, a searing magenta skyline bears the press of honeyed clouds.

36”h x 36”w, acrylic on canvas, framed
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Promises
Why listen to words from a jolt of impossible colour that must surely be untrue? Because truth isn’t what you came for….

20”h x 20”w, acrylic on canvas
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Golden Harbour
Underpainting of azo gold is a brilliant stretch of sand coloured by the lazy warm light. Dazzling gemstone water grazes the shoreline and stretches off to a hazy horizon line. Impossibly burnished clouds frame the sky above whispers of boats.

18″h x 36″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Upstanding
Shadowed curves of skin, tender as a confession, are fortressed by the fierce slant of shoulders and cocked hip. A warning, an invitation, a dare.

24″h x 18″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Imprint
One day, the beautiful and blasé female I’d painted suggested she was not so serene after all. And that perhaps instead of being rendered, being represented, being marked, she might like to render and represent and mark. And so this is what happened.

36″h x 36″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Kiss Off
Layers of looks look back at you. A curse, a suggestion, a vow. In revolutionary stance, all her softness becomes a power source, and you don’t dare turn away.

28”h x 22”w, acrylic on canvas
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Lone Sail
A setting sun streaks and glitters white-gold on ocean water, as silver-blue dusk lowers herself. A single boat glides its way, whether home to rest or off for an intrepid evening sail left ambiguous.

16″h x 16″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Fault Lines
The meeting of thighs, dark lace edges of hosiery. Lines are boundaries to be crossed, are cracks to open. What comes next, and where lies the fault…

20″h x 16″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Later
The sun sets, boats seem to come to rest. Almost-black paint renders charred edges, framing a moment of calm, an attempt to still. Yet long lineations suggest a haze, a shimmer, things not quite fixed.

30″h x 36″w, acrylic on canvas, framed
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Pool Side
Fingertip slashes of paint create distortion, like seeing flesh through clear water. A woman dangles her legs at the edge of the pool, but ripples creep up, beyond the water limit. Perhaps she is dissolving, becoming water…perhaps water is becoming woman.

28″h x 22″w, acrylic on canvas, unframed
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Laura Fauman Fine Art © 2022