Live painting, work in progress, new print for sale and more

A lot has happened since my last update, so I hope you'll bare with this lengthy post of mine.<br /><br />Fall has arrived and I am finding the colors of the trees and their rainbow leaves fluttering in the wind to be soooo hypnotic. Yes, being an absoulte color junkie autum is easily my most cherished time of the year and I am feelin very inspired.<br />However the chill is makin its way in, so I was quite pleased to find myself doing some live painting/demoing inside the warm an cozy, newly opened Portland Saturday Annex Shop last weekend:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/6328235066/" title="Painting Demo in the Annex by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Painting Demo in the Annex" height="340" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6225/6328235066_52684ff833.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/6327483987/" title="Painting live in the Annex by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Painting live in the Annex" height="329" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6095/6327483987_a0d89484d6.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/6327484375/" title="Painting Demo in the Annex by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Painting Demo in the Annex" height="331" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6218/6327484375_43caf1c3dd.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/6328235200/" title="My art in the Annex by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="My art in the Annex" height="336" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6092/6328235200_a37b46a812.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />You may be wondering what is this "Portland Saturday Market Annex shop" I speak of.<br />Well its an amazing drool worthy shop housing handmade art, clothing, pottery, jewlery and a billion other hand made items from members of the Portland Saturday Market here in Oregon. You will find a few of my original acrylic paintings for sale inside along with some prints and art pendants of mine. I highly suggest buyin handmade for the Holiday's this year, and this is the spot. Its located @ 600 SW 10th Ave. Portland, OR Corner of SW 10th & Alder in the Galleria Building @1pm. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Portland-Saturday-Market-Annex/118156431627797"><strong>Check it out</strong></a>!!<br /><br />So yes...I started a new mermaid painting at the Annex( as seen in the above photos.) Take a look at a a close up "work in progress" pic of my mermaid's face:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/6329591708/" title="Work in progress close up by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Work in progress close up" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6119/6329591708_d099b22d2b.jpg" width="375" /></a><br />...Just getting the first layers of color down. More painting progress photos soon to be posted, so keep an eye out.<br /><br />Also quite excited to share with you my most recent spoken word poetry collaberation with Bone and All titled "Chaos Creature" :<br /><img height="433" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6217/6280816996_8afe767538.jpg" width="431" /><br />"Artist Chelsea Rose, whose words conjure and evoke strange truths and creatures from the depths of the sacred and unknown, leads an exploration through consciousness and evolution with mind melting psychedelic tracks adorned with her poetic spoken word."<br />There are four tracks to this podcast. <a href="http://boneandall.podomatic.com/entry/2011-10-25T10_59_27-07_00"><strong>Take a listen</strong></a>!<br /><br />As far as my etsy shop goes, I just released a new print for sale:<br /><img height="653" src="http://img1.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.285338977.jpg" style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 542px" width="461" /><br />Now selling 8"x10" giclee prints of my most recently finished acrylic painting "Elephantess" for $15 <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/85880657/elephant-goddess-8x10-giclee-art-print"><strong>here</strong></a>.<br /><br />So yes, lots of stuff happning. And if you are in town catch me downtown this weekend selling my work at the <a href="http://portlandsaturdaymarket.com/"><strong>Portland Saturday Market</strong></a>. Come say hi, hang out and collect some art.<br /><br />Much love and light,<br />-Chelsea Rose

Live painting, work in progress, new print for sale and more

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Wrong Side of the Sunrise, Chelsea Rose spoken word music project with Bone and All

So I must admit i have been rather preoccuiped with getting all my body painting photographs ready for the book i am printing, thus i dont have any painting process photos to share of my two paintings in the works. However i feel both paintings should be done by monday and I will share photos of them finished then.<br /><br />In the meantime check this out- a treat for the ears:<br /><br /><img src="http://assets0.podomatic.com/mymedia/thumb/1302932/320x240_2955885.jpg?1273534713" /><br /><strong>Bone and All<br /></strong><br /><img src="http://assets1.podomatic.com/mymedia/thumb/1302932/285%3E_3474962.jpg?1286331560" /><br /><strong>Wrong Side of the Sunrise</strong>:<br /><br />Take a trip through a conscience, sculpted and refined with mind melting psychedelic tracks created by <a href="http://www.podomatic.com/profile/lucidopticlab"><strong>Bone and All</strong></a>. Each track is its own unique treasurbox, adorned with the <strong>poetic spoken word of Artist Chelsea Rose</strong>, whos words conjure and evoke strange truths from the depths of the sacred and unknown.<br /><br />"Wrong Side of the Sunrise" features Artist/Poet Chelsea Rose on five new mind altering tracks produced by Bone and All in the Fall of 2010. It opens with the mystic "My Epitaph", followed up by the backwards zen of "The Great Transformer", then have you breath taken away with "Words From a Predecessor", then really dive deep into the mind of madness with "Thunder in My Head", and finally transcending into new conscience with "Wrong Side of the Sunrise".<br /><br /><strong>Take a listen </strong><a href="http://boneandall.podomatic.com/entry/2010-10-05T18_45_08-07_00"><strong>here</strong></a>.<br />----<br /><br />And for those who are interested...here are a few poems that i wrote recently, a couple of which i read peices from out loud for the musical concontion above:<br /><br />"I am the elated Goddess, wild dancing spirit warrior equipped with the full fledged and precious talons of ...life held close to my sweet thighs, rebounding and evolving with the supple repercussions made in the blooming of this cosmic flower.<br />My flesh, holding fast and courageous to this world and its enchantment is made sacred and perfect in its menagerie of strange treasure and fruit.<br />My roots are fleshy and gorged with the sweetness of blood stemming to prove with each rhythmic palpation of my flaming heart, the conviction and blessing of this honored existence.<br />These bones of mine are an architectural prayer that shall remain gleaming white and pure as the moon, like eternal kernels of truth, long after this slippery soft succession of flesh falls and mates with the dirt.<br />Sacred and beaming, my song spirals and weaves worlds with voluptuous tendons of destiny- birthing wildly from my cauldron womb, swelling my breasts with the heavy milk of creation.<br />Know me with your most tender devotion for I am a portal.<br />My insides, pink and mild, touch deeper still into the void with which we all must pass…<br />….for I am The Great Transformer.<br /><br />-by Chelsea Rose"<br />--------<br /><br />"Blatant and harrowing the blue smoke climbed umbilical and groping in the shattered light<br />as a symbol gleaming hot and molten in the shadows of failure<br />penetrating deep and wallowing into the rotten core of the eye<br />staring from above which holds so little brightness within<br />but devours and hordes each jewel like a basilisk<br />with its talons of thorn, pulped and splintered with vein<br />within the beast the empty sequence of palpating calculation prevails<br />holding court a governing insurgence lined thick in mortar and scheming reverie<br />up taking and dissecting the definition of self and steal atop the brim of strangers tongues<br />their mouths agape with perpetual strain made stiff and groping at the dust in the swollen air<br />as maimed pretenders lifting numb the bulbs of their palms to the slate above<br />groveling in listlessness with pealed and bleached bone<br />protruding from each scab bound thick and embedded with wounded words<br />each inky character an illusory phantasm seeking to explain the truth out of the roots and dirt<br />as patterns speak volumes of chaos and riddle<br />when the bright plains of golden dawn break warm and frothy above each head<br />the conspirators lock fang with bounding intent<br />chaining reason to prescription till no heart gleams without predator forecast<br />birthing dreams that inscroll with twisted metal<br />settling over the spilt reminders of all that is genuine<br />the self claims the cannibal status of a pawn and fool<br />waiting weighted and exposed to the corrosive embrace that laps thick with eclipsing cages<br />ensnaring in unison each blind feeler<br />holding onto broken limbs and vision<br />groping for that line drawn in murky breath<br />separating this impalpable undertow<br />from the chance of manifest truth<br /><br />the blossom weeps its seeds<br />floating adrift a glassy memoir<br />its reflection a towering waif<br />petals of cosmic reverb lay bent and rigid with meditated grace<br />a silent kindling of force it dredges up<br />forming new feathers of transformation<br />to splay at the feet of the fallen once more."<br />-By Chelsea Rose<br />----<br /><br />"A sign lights the loose window hanging in the heart’s home of heat<br />Combing the gray interior of riddled pavements<br />this toothy spectral lights in passing mosaic within<br />enacting the groveling lament of glory and spoil<br />forever nimble and eloquent these barbiturates fan the flame<br />are you thankfull?<br />Aloof in a riotous hovering, a conjuring steeped and mouthing steam<br />this moth and its pyre spells the dripping fleet of sky<br />Nestling in its entanglement of surprised peace<br />Nourished again by the eclipsing pages of blunder and steal<br />Holding a cripple- A scolded movement made glassy and taunt<br />A weapon made crystal and coveted<br />Will surely coddle this matriarch and her feathered head<br />Netted again is the same menagerie of blood in vials<br />Don’t ask to penetrate this door and its oak<br />The barbs are poised and laden<br />With the fruit of hallowed horizon<br />Milky and skeletal in its perfect silent farce<br />Do not spoil this<br />Do not<br />The soft sound of leaves on my bones<br />Does it not beg the question from my curdled lip?<br />Like velvet the cocoon is caught up and glows with a fierceness I can’t commune<br />All of this<br />In my home of slacken skin and curling mane"<br /><br />-by Chelsea Rose

Wrong Side of the Sunrise, Chelsea Rose spoken word music project with Bone and All

So I must admit i have been rather preoccuiped with getting all my body painting photographs ready for the book i am printing, thus i dont h...

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