Hi, my name is Leah. I'm a recent college graduate with a BFA in Painting, a minor in Marketing/Management, and I'm also very interested in photography and Art History.
I'm only beginning in the Art field, so any and all criticism and advice is welcome, and most of my original work is available for sale.
All in all, this blog is a representation of how my mind works. What I think is beautiful, what inspires me, moves me, makes me laugh... what makes me reflect or think deeply about life. And then it is about what I do with all of those things: my own artwork, and ultimately my interpretation of the world around me.
Link for only original works: http://lnlewmanart.tumblr.com/tagged/leah+lewman/
You know time will give and time will take
All the memories made will wash away
Even though we’ve changed, I’m still here with you
If you listen close, you’ll hear the sound
Of all the ghosts that bring us down
Hold on to what makes you feel
Don’t let go, it’s what makes you real
by Phillip Phillips
Elsa did it again.
god dammit elsa
guys, let it go
(via aestheticallystable)Hey Funniest Post!
Postcard for my sister and I’s upcoming show at the Bernice Kish Gallery in Columbia, MD!pieces of my life and mind
What a simple illustration for something very profound.
Snow fell yesterday
And today leaves the bushes low to the ground
I read to myself his remembrances
Bound in his brother’s handmade book
I can never be certain what made him
So celestial to us
He was such a burly, physical man, and yet
His presence so ethereal, so light and lofty
As if his voice should have been something to issue from a small bird
Or a lamb, yet everything and everyone
Depended on his words
They were important;
Beautiful and delicate
Ever full of truth and simple wisdom
We waited for them; hoped for them
With baited breath, until the end.
I was told that a dark haired friend of mine
Saw him walking in the garden
Briskly and with great purpose as he once walked
Before tremors crept up into his limbs
And I wept
For I remember him this way
The way a human should be
The way I long to be
Fear could not consume him
He played against no opponent
But only lived, persevered, overcame
The obstacles which tried to paralyze his soul
"Admiration and Aversion to Paralysis"
As the swan’s last song is the sweetest of it’s life, so loss is made endurable by love, and it is love that will echo through eternity.Call the Midwife
Finished the under drawing for a new painting! I’m very excited about this one ;)
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more…
I’ve Never Had A Way With Words
by Leah Lewman
Oil and Charcoal on Panel
by Leah Lewman
Oil on Canvas