<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:26:34.996+01:00</updated><category term='surreal'/><category term='stage'/><category term='original painting'/><category term='man'/><category term='Modigliani'/><category term='acrylic'/><category term='moon'/><category term='bondage'/><category term='screaming'/><category term='books'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='tragedy art'/><category term='tulip'/><category term='male'/><category term='50s'/><category term='argument'/><category term='change'/><category term='fist'/><category term='violence'/><category term='pin up'/><category term='art'/><category term='school'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='artist'/><category term='chains'/><category term='Ensembli'/><category term='Sheffield'/><category term='strength'/><category term='male nude'/><category term='optimism'/><category term='concept'/><category term='Dali'/><category term='surrealism'/><category term='nude'/><category term='frame'/><category term='mixed media'/><category term='blue sky'/><category term='painting'/><title type='text'>nikki morris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-6676718916452593439</id><published>2010-02-10T12:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:01:47.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Through the Looking Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/4346224318/" title="blogpic by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4346224318_930175df9b.jpg" width="408" height="275" alt="blogpic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well since Christmas life has been busy, I have done stage props for a local dance school and had a crash of confidence and was seriously questioning what I am doing as an artist, and whether I should just give up completely.--Its not come to that.....yet! Although I genuinely believe you wouldn't become an artist without it being something you can't help! You paint away, people expect to pay a pittance for your work and then you get criticised....great career move! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So on a more positive note, I decided January 2009 that I would give it two years, then decide whether its easel or shopping trolleys...so I needed focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's where my new exhibition came in, it provides focus and dedication...and passion and excitement. So I booked it. The date WAS firm but now its not, as I would like to move it to the 4th of November as it just happens to be the date that Alice Through the Looking Glass begins...what a lovely drop of serendipity, that date falling on a Thursday is. I also began reading the book 3 nights ago before I decided my theme, and the first page has 'Dramatis Personae' on it...I like signs like that...so Through the looking Glass exhibition is born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My initial thought on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Through the Looking Glass' is to do all paintings on 8 x 8in canvases (small intense pieces playing on the chess board theme) I want to incorporate the looking glass too...I am fascinated by this idea of the mirror image, I have found symmetry artists and anamorphic artists, but want to produce artwork that you can view 'as is' but also that the true image is revealed when a mirror is held to it...(all my name plates and write ups next to the images will be mirrored too) and mirrors (and right way around catalogues) will be provided at the exhibition. I use the huge mirror at the top of my landing on EVERY piece to check it, right throughout the painting process as it gives you a new view to iron out mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I am thinking along the lines of illustrating, to some degree Through the Looking G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lass, but with my own twist on each piece, how I feel about life etc as its uncanny the things contained with in that book, time going backward, that everything is reversed...in the style of my surrealist stuff of the previous exhibition...possibly some printing. Do all of the sketching as I would do normally, but then on transfer to canvas I mirror them to paint...this is in the very early stages, so still thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For now I am researching mirrors, theories, myths etc and reading the book. I will then re read the book and take notes of all the things that come to my mind as I read. The book offers so much scope and I love the idea of bringing a much loved book into the art arena where all the edges of literacy, film making and art get ever more blurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This project has me excited, I want to make the space I will be exhibiting in as much part of the experience as I am allowed, so its not just a space for displaying the work. I want to create an exhibition that's totally cohesive, and designed in its entirety from the beginning. I am also hoping that the paintings will create lovely cards, and also due to the size of each canvas they will be more affordable. This size also allows me to paint just about anywhere, not limiting me to just the studio...so come the long summer holidays I can continue working whilst taking care of my son and his inevitable entourage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;November seems a long way off, but I hope to produce more works than I need, to allow for choice and experimentation....a chance for me to grow throughout the project. It should also allow me time to continue with the pin ups, commissioned works, and continue selling my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.ebay.co.uk/moons_place/m.html?_nkw=&amp;amp;_armrs=1&amp;amp;_from=&amp;amp;_ipg=25"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;previous work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So here's to the beginning of winter and exploring the altered reality, my reality, that is Through the Looking Glass. Wish me luck...a new exciting journey ahead....and never a better time to be reminded 'Don't Stop Believing!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-6676718916452593439?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/6676718916452593439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=6676718916452593439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/6676718916452593439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/6676718916452593439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2010/02/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through the Looking Glass'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4346224318_930175df9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-5491331378272259009</id><published>2009-11-03T19:49:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:49:09.321Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrylic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pin up'/><title type='text'>All change...is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/4073291032/" title="pinup1 by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/4073291032_33fff819c2.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="pinup1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/4072531471/" title="pinup2 by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/4072531471_2224bd5af3.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="pinup2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;'If...But...I miss you!' Acrylic on Bockingford 24cm x 30cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Since the summer, much in my life has changed and after a long period of being unable to spend time in the studio, I finally got back in the saddle. After a review of the work I did leading up to the exhibition, it felt time to take a break from the deep and meaningful surrealist style for something a little more light hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This step and decision to try something completely new and very different was a difficult one to take, as a 'proper' artist seems to retain a subject and style, and many stay committed only to that. Creatively it is a step that I need to take though and so the change has been necessary and hopefully successful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My long standing fascination with 50s fashions, style, furnishings, lifestyle and books combined with my love of tattoos has lead me to try my hand at a contemporary twist on 50s pin up girls. I love the cheekiness without the crude, in your face sexual connotations. Typically work by artists like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gil_Elvgren"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gil Elgrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I love dearly, although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alberto_Vargas"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Alberto Vargas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;' work is also stunning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am currently researching pin up artists and thoroughly enjoying the process.  Current pin up artists like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ralphburch.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ralph Burch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olivia_De_Berardinis" title="Olivia De Berardinis" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Olivia De Berardinis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; show very different styles, both of which I admire but do not wish to directly emulate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The first pin up I have created 'If...But...I miss you!' took quite a while to design, to try and find something close to the style I want to achieve, and also to find the right medium and support. I am very pleased with the finished result but can see with more experience of this style, my confidence will improve and hopefully the paintings will grow with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I feel very at ease with this style, love every single pencil mark and brush stroke....the subject is so typically me, right to the core...and for now I want to explore this road, even if it does shatter some illusions of being a 'proper artist'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;The painting can be bought on &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/3H9abF"&gt;Ebay&lt;/a&gt;, ending 8th November 2009...thankyou for looking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-5491331378272259009?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/5491331378272259009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=5491331378272259009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/5491331378272259009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/5491331378272259009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-changeis-good.html' title='All change...is good!'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/4073291032_33fff819c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-7565347017334683037</id><published>2009-08-04T15:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:20:24.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey - Private View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SnhHpLABSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/hvfmsKtHSHg/s1600-h/exhibitionblogpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SnhHpLABSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/hvfmsKtHSHg/s320/exhibitionblogpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366117728665028962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well the night finally arrived for the Private View of my first solo show 'Journey' at the Hive Gallery. I was very nervous, but in the end so busy chatting to folk that I didn't even get in to see my work until 8.40pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;People travelled from far and wide, wonderful people that came to support me. Some took time off work, and for that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; humbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The night was more than I could have asked for, in excess of 80 people came along, the sun shone and I became new best friends with Gin and Tonic...unsure how I missed that one before, very nice drink. My former lecturers came, Jan and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Denn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, and as ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Denn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; gave me some ribbing. My son wowed people and organised as much as possible...he even wanted to sell my business cards, little monkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I got a great deal of positive feedback, all the worries about my head being out there on canvas, I need not have done...for some it wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; thing, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to be expected. People were generally very positive...even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Denn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;...and *blush* Jan wanted my signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When I did finally get into see my work, I was chatting to someone about the egg that is inside one of the assemblages, its meaning, how I achieved it etc. When I looked up a very crowded gallery were all listening and watching....a very scary moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thank you to all the people that came, made this once in a lifetime show (I will never have another first show) a wonderful evening with fantastic memories to cherish forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After the show a fair few of us piled into the pub, and that was excellent too...many giggles, a chance to catch up a bit with friends I love but don't get to see too often. Then a very small group of us came to my house and chatted and laughed the night away till about 2.40am...I didn't want it to end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now I am working on getting the photographs and videos up that relate to the show. Had some technical problems, but its certainly getting there! Hoping to upload for all to see very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My exhibition continues to run until the 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; August at the &lt;a href="http://www.hivegallery.co.uk"&gt;Hive Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Elsecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. Opening times 12 - 4 Thursday to Sunday. If you are heading down there and fancy a natter, drop me a line and it would be nice to come down and meet you. My work from the show is for sale now too, if you require a price on a specific painting before I manage to get a shop working, please don't hesitate to get in touch. Commissioned work is also available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Finally another huge thank you to everyone for attending, and to all my Twitter lovelies that supported me on my journey to actually get there! A special thank you too to my Husband Darren Morris for his support in so many ways, my beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;unstoppable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; son Hayden for just being who he is, my best friend Mat for all his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;unwavering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; support in the hard bits...and last but by no means least to Tracey Johnson for her support and making the gallery a great place, oh and painting the floor with hours to go! A beautiful lady that I hope will be a good friend for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-7565347017334683037?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/7565347017334683037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=7565347017334683037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7565347017334683037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7565347017334683037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/08/journey-private-view.html' title='Journey - Private View'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SnhHpLABSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/hvfmsKtHSHg/s72-c/exhibitionblogpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-7338704323253868195</id><published>2009-07-20T23:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:09:50.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apothecary's Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3740138861/" title="Apothecary's Chest by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/3740138861_1d1c13368e.jpg" width="397" height="412" alt="Apothecary's Chest" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acrylic on box canvas, 50cm x 50cm x 4 pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PLEASE NOTE: A better photograph will be provided of this painting shortly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apothecary's Chest was inspired by its title, which came along in a book around the time I took delivery of Stan the stage prop. I researched what an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apothecary"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apothecary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; was and found it was an old name for a healer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;An Apothecary's Chest was the chest of drawers he/she had someone else carry which contained a whole manner of items in order to heal the people. This inspired the idea of the 7 Sins,  ancient yet modern ailments that cannot be healed, even by an Apothecary. Here is my interpretation, visually, of the 7 sins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cigar - Greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chocolates - Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poison Ivy - Envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lipstick - Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peacock feather - Vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Broken bottle - Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bubbles - Sloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-7338704323253868195?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/7338704323253868195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=7338704323253868195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7338704323253868195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7338704323253868195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/07/apothecarys-chest.html' title='Apothecary&apos;s Chest'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/3740138861_1d1c13368e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-605390713010714414</id><published>2009-07-20T23:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:29:51.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnothi Seauton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-size: 13px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Assemblage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;24in x 12in x 43in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Polystyrene, acrylic paint, feathers, duck egg, stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Picture to be revealed 31 July 2009, after Private View of my first solo exhibition, Journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Exhibition from 31st July to 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Aug 2009 at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hivegallery.co.uk/" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Hive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt; Gallery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;There will be a 360 degree video of the assemblage on my site, on this date&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gnothi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seauton&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;latin&lt;/span&gt; for Know Thyself. This assemblage features part of the poem by Alexandra Po&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;1688-1744&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="95%" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Alike in ignorance, his reason such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Whether he thinks too little or too much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on the front of the assemblage made from a polystyrene stage prop, affectionately known as Stan the Man. The concept behind this artwork is a further exploration of the inner fragility we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;posses&lt;/span&gt;. The hollow inner of the prop is lined with luxuriously soft pure white feathers, representing how delicate and beautiful we all are on the inside. On a feather covered pedestal in this cavern is a duck egg which has carved into it the simple Mickey Mouse logo, to show how we don't always take ourselves seriously. Contained within the egg is a peacock feather, a symbol of the soul, held captive within such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fragile&lt;/span&gt; object. The clouds and blue sky painted onto the front exterior of the assemblage reminds us that the sky really is the limit, boundless dreams can come true if only we take ourselves seriously and listen to those inner feelings and thoughts, our driving innate spirit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-605390713010714414?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/605390713010714414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=605390713010714414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/605390713010714414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/605390713010714414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/07/gnothi-seauton.html' title='Gnothi Seauton'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-8221335836908825372</id><published>2009-07-20T22:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:12:21.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva - Dramatis Personae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Assemblage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8in x 8in x 13 in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Breeze block, glass, plastic, enamel, human hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Picture to be revealed 31 July 2009, after Private View of my first solo exhibition, Journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Exhibition from 31st July to 16th Aug 2009 at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hivegallery.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Hive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; Gallery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;There will be a 360 degree video of the assemblage on my site, on this date&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Diva - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dramatis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Peronae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, affectionately known as Maud, is the first assemblage I have embarked upon. The concept behind this assemblage is the inner self always remaining young and true to the innate spirit we have within all of us. Whilst the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;outer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; shell plays the many different roles we perform throughout our lives, often a bigger over dramatised version of the inner self, stimulated by our surroundings and societies expectations fuelled by the media in its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;massively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;influential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Diva also expresses the inner child, the feeling inside where we never grow old, even though we make our way through the various stages of life, that inner child remains young, free, but often trapped by others expectations of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Control Theory Formula (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lyapunov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;) that is scribed onto the rear of the inner head, represents that the inner self, even if we are unaware, is often in control anyway, and to live authentically and be happy, giving full control to the childlike spirit within, brings the most fulfilment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-8221335836908825372?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/8221335836908825372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=8221335836908825372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/8221335836908825372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/8221335836908825372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/07/diva-dramatis-personae.html' title='Diva - Dramatis Personae'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-3391751711350944690</id><published>2009-07-20T22:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:25:00.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisble Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3384334759/" title="Invisible Dreamer by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3384334759_3bea16357c.jpg" width="241" height="500" alt="Invisible Dreamer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Acrylic on canvas paper 9 x 18.5in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Invisible Dreamer was unfortunately left out of my blog, but was completed some time ago, around February 2009. The image was one of the first surreal paintings I embarked on, but was fuelled by Modern Man and paintings in that similar series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The puppeteers hand is still ultimately controlled by another source higher up the 'food' chain. Once the hooks are in its almost impossible to escape. The puppet is motionless, defeated, in the check mate that is life in the Western world. Caught in the trappings of work, finance and climbing invisible ladders, not really knowing if that ladder is indeed lent against the right wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The plum blossom represents a glimmer of hope, that all is never what it seems and from small buds of hope, you can blossom in to a world that you can make your very own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-3391751711350944690?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/3391751711350944690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=3391751711350944690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/3391751711350944690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/3391751711350944690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/07/invisble-dreamer.html' title='Invisble Dreamer'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3384334759_3bea16357c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-8233954283366883542</id><published>2009-07-04T13:41:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:09:28.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/Sk9hC1jJpJI/AAAAAAAAACg/yLWJDmGQeC8/s1600-h/rollercoaster.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/Sk9hC1jJpJI/AAAAAAAAACg/yLWJDmGQeC8/s320/rollercoaster.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354605183328953490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well here I am at 13.48pm on 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  &gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; July 2009 hurtling at breakneck speed towards my show, here at the &lt;a href="http://hivegallery.co.uk/"&gt;Hive Gallery&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am sat here in the gallery looking after it while Tracey is away, its voluntary and I love it, even after two weeks of 4 hours with the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; going around and around, and the projector giving up the ghost at any opportunity it likes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The private view of my first solo exhibition takes place here at 7pm on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; July 2009, it seemed an eon away when I first booked it. I booked it originally to force myself into a routine of work, as my son had just started full time school giving me more time to paint. The time is easy to whittle away though, with out a goal. I can honestly say, hand on heart, that I really didn't think it through at that point. I booked it with that sole purpose in mind and that was as far as it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now I am 24 days 5 hours and 9 minutes from the private view. GULP! Actually I am pretty chuffed with my little self, as I gave myself 6 months to get some work done, after most of my previous work was sold and I hadn't really painted since Hayden was born due to Post Natal Depression and a series of operations. That was the beginning of my Journey, and my aim to get some work completed that I was proud of, which I have managed. Another sub aim was not to go rearranging the gallery date, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; postponing it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I admit I thought about it, more to do with nerves than lack of work, but no, I am here and my work will be hung on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; July 2009 ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Its been a long journey to date, this past 6 months, learning to take myself and my work seriously enough to feel 'worthy' of putting on my own exhibition. I still have doubts from time to time, my inner Diva screams the place down in a massive stressed strop, but once shes safely tucked up back in her box I actually believe I can pull this off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Its a pretty scary ride, as some of my artwork prior to Hayden being born had little direction, did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fulfil&lt;/span&gt; me creatively as it could, and sole aim was for sale. From January I gave myself 'permission' to create whatever I wanted without the usual constraints of commercial appeal etc. I have given myself 2 years till January 2011 to see where this path in my life takes me. I now paint with heart and soul, its my head out there on the canvases and assemblages, a chance for people to see what makes me tick, what gives me fire in my belly, how I think....and sadly of course to judge me. Its that bit which scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have invited people from many different periods in my life, some people I haven't seen for years, and some I have never even met. The thought of them all in one room makes me want to run for the hills! Equally though it excites me, to show people that have helped me consciously or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inadvertently&lt;/span&gt; just by crossing my path in big ways or small, what I have achieved. I try not to think about it too much for the sake of my own sanity, what they think matters to me, even though ultimately its me, myself and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have no one to blame if this goes belly up. I have no excuses if I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;criticised&lt;/span&gt;. I have no where to run and hide if I am laughed at.....its all my own doing! But through those thoughts I have reached the point where it feels authentic, true to who I am and what I am trying to achieve but most of all the ultimate in living my life the way I want to....I am living my dream, this is it and it really doesn't get any better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For all the long nights, the staying in when I want to be playing out, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;frustrations&lt;/span&gt;, the knee knocking wobblies, living each day doing what I truly love to my very core is the way to go. I count myself as very lucky to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; this in my life, no matter what happens. Even if the show leads nowhere, is a disaster, no one turns up....I did it, I did what I set out to do and carried it through, and I am proud of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am currently painting my final piece for the show, 'Apothecary's Chest' a painting over four canvases, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt; working on another assemblage. I probably would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; have ventured into the 3D world again had I not been doing this show, and am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoying exploring my artwork in a three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dimensional&lt;/span&gt; way...I have come full circle as I started out in my career doing three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dimensional&lt;/span&gt; design (Industrial).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;....its a funny old world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway I have a show to plan, sketch walls on to bits of graph paper and figure out exactly what will be including.....on with the show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-8233954283366883542?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/8233954283366883542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=8233954283366883542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/8233954283366883542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/8233954283366883542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/07/rollercoaster.html' title='Rollercoaster'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/Sk9hC1jJpJI/AAAAAAAAACg/yLWJDmGQeC8/s72-c/rollercoaster.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-5852407071938862241</id><published>2009-07-04T13:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:01:51.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfringo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3713401311/" title="Perfringo! by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/3713401311_72d4a754eb.jpg"  alt="Perfringo!" height="500" width="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Acrylic on box canvas 24in x24in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Perfringo! is the Latin word for shatter, breakthrough. This painting is a celebration of the discovery of a new way of thinking, the inner duality caused by social conditioning, can be fought and defeated....leaving you free to be authentically you to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly represents freedom and blossoming of the individual and the ivy tells the tale of entrenched thinking and societal expectations holding us back...it needn't when trusting and thinking for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-5852407071938862241?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/5852407071938862241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=5852407071938862241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/5852407071938862241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/5852407071938862241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfringo.html' title='Perfringo!'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/3713401311_72d4a754eb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-1109694164843057511</id><published>2009-06-01T13:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:55:49.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Theorems</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3585491620/" title="threetheorems by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3347/3585491620_1b6f2705ee.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="threetheorems" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;crylic on box canvas, 36in x 24in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Three Theorems is a painting to link my forthcoming show at the Hive gallery, to the other artists show on at the same time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adrianpritchard.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adrian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pritchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. His exhibition is called Unstrung Theory and encompasses strings of paint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I began by researching the String theory, which lead me a merry dance into other theories and equations, and my mind being what it is came up with this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of objects. The Butterfly represents just that, the Butterfly (Chaos) theory and the apple, Newtons theory of Gravity. The sky and dandelion represent time and space, while the violin has close connections with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adrians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; title of unstrung theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; enjoyed this painting, it was challenging technically. I am ready for a slight change in direction now and hope to be working on a male nude painting or some surreal type sketches, although I will get around to both in the fullness of time...all being well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-1109694164843057511?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/1109694164843057511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=1109694164843057511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1109694164843057511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1109694164843057511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-theorems.html' title='Three Theorems'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3347/3585491620_1b6f2705ee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-1450962261645872884</id><published>2009-05-21T14:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:05:51.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3551611068/" title="moonsjourney by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3551611068_a1d62b695b.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="moonsjourney" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wallpaper by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abstract.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/75218/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phigment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. Took a midnight train, going anywhere....Don't Stop Believing, Journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Very Oddly for me, I actually feel like blogging. The image above is not mine, but is gorgeous and sums up visually me and where I am at right now. For those that don't know, my '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tuther&lt;/span&gt; name is moon, a name that came about many moons ago through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and I just feel an affinity with, more so my name than my own (given to me by parents).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Right now I am working towards my first solo exhibition....its scary, exciting and allot of hard work. Since Hayden went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;full time&lt;/span&gt; school in January 2009 I gave myself two years from that point to make a go of the art career. With this I have given myself 'permission' to paint whatever I want, not to a commercial market, but things that make me tick, that feeds the fire in my belly, that make me feel alive...to want to live the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Things are moving at a fast pace, my invitations are winging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; way to me, printed on large format &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;postcards&lt;/span&gt;. My list keeps growing of who to invite, requests keep coming in, so its all go. I am obsessing about what dress to wear, although thanks to some wonderful Twitter friends, and my best mate Mat, I think that is sorted...it will be a spotty pencils dress, 50s style. Probably not the norm, but I never did that very well anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I try and place myself in the gallery on the night and my stomach takes on a life of its own, I am very excited, but believe it or not can feel very shy and self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt;...although outwardly I seem confident and outgoing (which I feel most of the time). Its a tricky thing having that much attention, and as a note to self I will NOT be making a little speech, and have instructed people on this too, even if after a couple of glasses of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tiddlypops&lt;/span&gt; I think its a great idea, no no no...don't let me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I will save those bits for the celebrations across at the pub afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Its going to be an amazing experience, having people there that I haven't seen in years, mixing with my current life peeps....like my life flashing before my eyes, I just hope my work doesn't disappoint all those people that have made me who I am today. Thank you by the way, to everyone who has crossed my path in anyway, shape or form...for without you and even the smallest interaction, I would not be doing this :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;My exhibition is called Journey, due to it being a snap shot into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beginnings&lt;/span&gt; of my current one, and also because of the song....Don't Stop Believing, is a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;moto&lt;/span&gt; to live by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;For now I must go, paint some more, it won't do itself....and if my strange ramblings have you intrigued at all, drop me a line, always nice to Tweet new peeps...so long, farewell, fellow travellers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-1450962261645872884?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/1450962261645872884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=1450962261645872884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1450962261645872884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1450962261645872884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/05/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3551611068_a1d62b695b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-1517103195790601281</id><published>2009-05-08T16:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:33:28.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><title type='text'>Cradle to Grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3512304545/" title="Cradle to Grave by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3512304545_24685b7a18.jpg" width="398" height="500" alt="Cradle to Grave" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;acrylic on box canvas 40cm x 50cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cradle to Grave was conceived with the idea of entering it into a competition, the only really eligible category was still life, so that's what I set out to do. This painting shows beginnings to endings, ie the egg is representative of the start and the dying tulip a symbol of the end. Loosely in my mind the books describe knowledge gained throughout life, and the wall solid foundations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;I have always been fascinated with tulips, their very surreal dying phase as they wither away. I also love the juxtaposition of very unrelated things being forced together to tell a story. I particularly enjoyed including a Tromp L'Oeil frame on a box canvas, giving the viewer a framed perspective on another world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed this painting and it will be featured in my forth coming solo exhibition Journey 27th July 2009, as well as in promotion and literature for the event. I have chosen not to submit this piece to the competition now as I think my show should take priority at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;Its also a piece that I would like to continue into a series, to see where this Journey takes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-1517103195790601281?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/1517103195790601281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=1517103195790601281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1517103195790601281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1517103195790601281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/05/cradle-to-grave.html' title='Cradle to Grave'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3512304545_24685b7a18_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-1994474941798684343</id><published>2009-05-08T15:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:34:11.961+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bondage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>Moons Echo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3445163119/" title="Moons Echo by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3445163119_a7e993d064.jpg" width="334" height="500" alt="Moons Echo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Acrylic on box canvas 20in x 30in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Moons Echo was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conceived&lt;/span&gt; after seeing a picture by another artist in a very different medium. Although my painting bares little resemblance to that picture it was the inspiration and catalyst for this painting. The male nude is bound by chains in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;academic&lt;/span&gt; world where all his hopes and dreams are floating away. The painting also shows that unseen forces hold the ends of the chains which are not fastened, even though they swaddle the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;The two faces represent youth and maturity, a life lived by someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; standards and series of life events. The painting does however offer hope, as the chains remain unbound and the knowledge of a life lived can serve him to find that the world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; is his oyster, and to shoot for the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-1994474941798684343?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/1994474941798684343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=1994474941798684343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1994474941798684343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1994474941798684343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/05/moons-echo.html' title='Moons Echo'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3445163119_a7e993d064_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-2353605305318744359</id><published>2009-03-13T13:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:50:09.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3349471854/" title="Modern Man by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3468/3349471854_87dfc3eea0.jpg" width="330" height="500" alt="Modern Man" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Acrylic 24in x36in box canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Modern man was originally called The Persistence of Memory but throughout the painting, it became more disturbing to me and less about memory and more about the trials of 21st Century life. A fellow Twitterer,  Corey Cochran, sent a Tweet stating that the painting evoked in him that its how many people feel right now, so with this the name changed to Modern Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wanted to show the inner turmoil felt by many men being chained to a life they had not envisaged as part of their life plan, a creative step along from Delirium pro tempore. Being bound and trussed on all levels into a roundabout life of confusion, dissatisfaction, with someone else holding the chains that bind. An almost impossible life that is only just tolerable, but keeps us bound by previous life choices like marriage, career, children and all the other social pressures we have heaped upon ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We all make choices day to day, big ones, small ones, all of which we cannot completely comprehend the full consequences of, two months, or 20 years down the line....Modern Man is my interpretation of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Its been a difficult painting to execute, at one point I was ready to give it up. The image as it evolved was disturbing, touching on feelings with in me of vunerability, both personally and in that of showing the piece, and gave way to memories for me of suffering Post Natal Depression, being tied to a life I wasn't ready to live, that of a baby, marriage etc. With support from some wonderful people on Twitter I persevered and this is the result...and as Corey put it 'it strikes emotion, good or bad, that's what art should do'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Note: a huge thankyou to @anartistexposed, @ronnietucker, @curly768, and  @Shifty77 for their support and encouragement doing this painting, without you it would be consigned to file b1N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-2353605305318744359?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/2353605305318744359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=2353605305318744359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/2353605305318744359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/2353605305318744359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/03/modern-man_13.html' title='Modern Man'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3468/3349471854_87dfc3eea0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-693814589025624895</id><published>2009-03-13T11:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:48:18.358Z</updated><title type='text'>Delirium pro Tempore</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3322340573/" title="Delirium by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3322340573_0f3ff0e32d.jpg" width="348" height="500" alt="Delirium" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Acrylic 10in x14in box canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Delirium pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tempore&lt;/span&gt; is a snap shot of the fleeting insanity felt when communications are so misunderstood, especially between men and women. Sometimes I find the opposite sex completely unfathomable, and have seen that I provoke this same sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impossible~ness&lt;/span&gt; of thinking to the men in my life, past and present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wanted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; to scream without screaming, speak without speaking and convey the all consuming frustration that is felt when finding someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; opinions and thought processes totally impossible to get the head around, or that the language may as well be that of another planet for all the sense it makes. I enjoyed the disturbing nature of this painting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;achieving&lt;/span&gt; something that shouts from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;silent&lt;/span&gt; object is something I am proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-693814589025624895?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/693814589025624895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=693814589025624895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/693814589025624895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/693814589025624895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/03/delirium-pro-tempore.html' title='Delirium pro Tempore'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3322340573_0f3ff0e32d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-523347115950005880</id><published>2009-03-13T11:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:50:11.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>Encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3310966545/" title="Encore by nikki_morris, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3310966545_cb1b07505b.jpg" width="499" height="500" alt="Encore" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:10px;"&gt;Acrylic 24in x 24in on box canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Encore was a continuation of Curtains up, the theatre of arguments and sometimes the unenviable position of provoking violence, when the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; spirals out of control. The painting illustrates the impending doom of the situation, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;grandiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;perpetrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and that although its a difficult subject its one many of us have faced or do face in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As mentioned in previous blog posts I adore men, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; beauty, strength and humour, but the flip side can be scary and painful to live with. I have also found from experience that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; a sense of theatre to much of an argument, whether &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; the persons involved personalities or an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; homage to the violence in the media, I am unsure...I have lived through it, played my part in it, survived it and painted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-523347115950005880?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/523347115950005880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=523347115950005880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/523347115950005880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/523347115950005880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/03/encore.html' title='Encore'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3620/3310966545_cb1b07505b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-1118206351617909706</id><published>2009-02-19T22:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:49:48.217Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>Curtains Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Curtains up by nikki_morris, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3293761656/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Curtains up" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3293761656_3ed03f792b.jpg" width="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px; "&gt;Curtains Up Acrylic on box canvas 12in x 12in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curtains Up speaks differently to people. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed this piece, a singing? yawning? man. The image for me is the start of an argument, the point where it turns from heated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the battle, a fine line, a point which we can see crossed. The painting began in my mind with much more to it, words coming out of the mouth, an idea to try and capture the lessening of listening as the situation goes down the pan. In the end the image that I painted didn't need all the extras, just the mood, the expression and the lighting on the face captured the essence for me, which speaks out in many different ways to the viewer, probably to do with experience and expectation from life projected on to a frozen image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its title aptly describes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shenanigans&lt;/span&gt; we all come across that are employed when someone wants to make themselves heard over and above everything else. I do only apply, at the moment anyway, the depicting of these strong and often negative emotions to men, because its how I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; them, I can FEEL them, been on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; end of those emotions and behaviour, and hopefully bring them to life again in my paintings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why? I don't have the answer to that. Am more than sure these images don't have mass commercial appeal, that many won't even like them. Should that stop me painting them and hanker after painting something more appealing? I don't know. But for the time being anyway, I need to go along with this and see where it takes me, its a scary road, but one I am excited about and I can honestly say I am loving painting from this place. Maybe its a blind, arrogant egotistical place to paint from, but for me its just honest and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;free forming&lt;/span&gt;, allowing myself the creative freedom my current situation affords me, and one I am finally allowing myself, without the self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;imposed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shackles&lt;/span&gt;, of paintings being universally saleable. Maybe the penny has finally dropped! Being an artist is the only profession you can remain penniless and still remain respectable with your dignity, if not bank balance intact ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-1118206351617909706?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/1118206351617909706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=1118206351617909706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1118206351617909706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1118206351617909706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/02/curtains-up.html' title='Curtains Up'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3293761656_3ed03f792b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-1826249557075773344</id><published>2009-02-19T21:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:23:48.231Z</updated><title type='text'>Double or nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="jester 2 by nikki_morris, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3292912423/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="jester 2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3292912423_bcd8019270.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jester 2 Pen, ink and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;graphitint&lt;/span&gt; pencil A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been a while since I blogged, but I have been painting, honest. Jester 2, is a sequential piece arising from Jester. I wanted to portray the two faced personality trait I come across from time to time. I used my original drawing and mirrored the face with some adjustment, but also I liked the way the arms mirrored, which seem to make sense at first glance but actually don't...possibly more of an expression of how I find personalities than the direct &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;depiction&lt;/span&gt; of the 'two faced' aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Again in the scribble series, aims to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;portray&lt;/span&gt; the smooth and shade with rough and line. The mask again hides the eyes (I see a pattern emerging, there must be something Freudian in there, somewhere) and reflects the deceit, lies, honesty and truth we are all capable of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This drawing marked a shift for me, something changed inside me as an artist, a feeling which has reared it head before with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fleeting&lt;/span&gt; glimpses (some of the male nudes and certainly the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;corseted&lt;/span&gt; women), to paint what I FEEL, not what I want people to admire. A risky move in some respects, as it leaves me wide open and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; in many ways, marks out ever more clearly that I don't fit in (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; a good nor bad thing, it just is) be it my artwork or me generally. Quite a theme for me of recent weeks, and probably it having its roots planted in my art that have snaked out and unsettled most other areas of my life. I am now trying to be somewhat more positive and see it as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;metamorphosis&lt;/span&gt; from my former self and art to a new and more reassured way of being. Time will tell I guess, but already the artwork means far more to me than it has done in years, as does the act of painting, I feel connected finally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-1826249557075773344?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/1826249557075773344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=1826249557075773344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1826249557075773344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/1826249557075773344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2009/02/double-or-nothing.html' title='Double or nothing...'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3292912423_bcd8019270_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-2158875927496006282</id><published>2008-12-03T10:38:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:35:25.279Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribble series...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="jester by nikki_morris, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28386979@N06/3292914953/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="jester" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3292914953_8c534af75e.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;'Jester' 59.4cm x 42cm. Indian Ink on 60lb cartridge paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read the autobiography 'Celebration' by Graham David Smith many moons ago, and the jacket photograph always struck me as really beautiful. Given that I was at a bit of a juncture with my artwork, I used that to get me started again. My work often has elements of duality, opposing forces, things that don't automatically go together, so I took the smoothness of the human form and used a scribble type effect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; quite harsh and vigorous to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;portray&lt;/span&gt; the shading of the form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a strange thing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Venetian&lt;/span&gt; masks at present, so I combined the two, baring the nakedness of the torso with the covering of the eyes for concealment, such honesty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vulnerability&lt;/span&gt; with deliberate disguise. The history of the masks depict that they were used to originally enable 'fair trade' between the classes in C12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Venice between the trades people and the upper classes, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; use soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;became&lt;/span&gt; utilised to cover all sorts of gambling and debauchery, especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; the classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love the idea of the stunning loud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gregarious&lt;/span&gt; masks being used for such secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;liaisons&lt;/span&gt;, a way to disguise in order to be completely true to oneself. A trait we all have to one degree or another. The layers and facets of the human mind often have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; duality, I know I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My current piece is based directly on this duality, using the 'Jester' and doubling up the image to produced a reversed mirror effect, a two faced man. So with that I will leave you and continue with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt;, hopefully completing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-2158875927496006282?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/2158875927496006282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=2158875927496006282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/2158875927496006282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/2158875927496006282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2008/12/scribble-series.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3292914953_8c534af75e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-7599022583484930305</id><published>2008-11-13T15:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:41:04.274Z</updated><title type='text'>Distortion contortion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268159185730810210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SRxC3hWyMWI/AAAAAAAAACA/0yC4wG_lZck/s320/modiglianreclyningnude1male.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reclining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; male nude 2008 - Homage to Modigliani. Acrylic on Canvas paper 46cm x 30cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well the piece is finished and I have mixed feelings, as although I enjoyed it and its turned out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the distortion and possibly contortion of the figure jars somewhat. Possibly had I drawn the female form Modigliani style first and then drawn my version from it, it may have turned out better. Not for the bin, but certainly one to stay in the portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a more pressing situation on my mind. For around five months I was a nude model for a local artist. It was the challenge that drew me, as I have had in the past a very dim view of my body. I got fat, got thin, got pregnant, suffered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of birth trauma physically, got fat again and then got way too thin, finally steadying down to a little larger than I am now. I decided to take a different approach to being more self accepting and went on a voluntary basis to sit for a total stranger (male) who paints VERY realistically (hes much like Freud) and had trial by fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It felt awkward and strange at first but then it became absolutely fine, totally no different than sitting there WITH my kit on. Well sadly the artist had to give up his studio so the painting didn't get completed. But today he gave me a bell and his exhibition opens tonight, and he REALLY wants me to go, as one of the initial sketches that was completed has been put up for all to see. Its really quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;, as in theory I felt fine with this notion, that maybe one day I would be on public display, now that time has come I am very nervous and am seriously considering a disguise! Because a strange part of me is drawn to going, I don't feel I want to make my excuses. So I am going to go, but maybe via the real ale pub for a spot of dutch courage, so I dare walk in a gallery full of mainly strangers having a look at me and all the bits I don't like. Also there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; that there is further modeling work for a class situation, and I have to ask myself is that scarier than modeling for a perfect stranger? I will have to wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The other reason I volunteered was to be around creativity and 'art' to try and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bustle&lt;/span&gt; me along, and it did the trick. Just being around a painter really inspired me to WANT to paint, and I got to meet other artists in the HIVE and generally just make connections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Which kind of lead me to thinking how much Twitter has become part of my life, having artists regularly popping up pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; latest works, and words about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; trials and tribulations is just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; thing! Being alone in a studio for hours at a time is both sublime and also my worst enemy, too polar conflicting feelings, and Twitter bridges some of the feelings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;isolation&lt;/span&gt;, and for that I thank those lovely people! Keeps me motivated and away from the lows that can sometimes accompany being home alone for many hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it, a world record, two blogs in as many days, so I shall be off and try and calm my nerves before I go tonight...I shall report back on what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-7599022583484930305?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/7599022583484930305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=7599022583484930305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7599022583484930305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7599022583484930305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2008/11/distortion-contortion.html' title='Distortion contortion...'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SRxC3hWyMWI/AAAAAAAAACA/0yC4wG_lZck/s72-c/modiglianreclyningnude1male.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-4833956877303104239</id><published>2008-11-12T10:26:00.029Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:42:47.331Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modigliani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrylic'/><title type='text'>Tragedy to Optimism...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267715659895598066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SRqve63W6_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bv8D48VfIgU/s320/Modigliani-MET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Reclining Nude, 1917 Amedeo Modigliani (Italian, 1884–1920) Oil on canvas; 23 7/8 x 36 1/2 in. (60.6 x 92.7 cm) The Mr. and Mrs. Klaus G. Perls Collection, 1997 (1997.149.9) &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/ho/11/eust/ho_1997.149.9.htm"&gt;http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/ho/11/eust/ho_1997.149.9.htm&lt;/a&gt; for further information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...a fitting title for the type of yin yang sort of gal I am. All or nothing approach the to world of bloggerism, which I feel I must try and find a balance for. Or maybe the acceptance over the years of the woman I am is quite enough and I will blog when the mood takes me, less pressure that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Above, is a piece by the tragic artist Amedeo Modigliani, an artist to which I return some 18 years later. For my GCSE Art I chose this chap to study for my finals. Even back then I loved the controversy my study and subsequent exhibition caused, as I interpreted his work through my eyes using the male form (and probably the very first time I had used the naked male in my art). I remember the hushed twittering of fellow pupils and teachers in the reception area of my High School as a full frontal nude of a male was placed on the wall, grubby fingers poking and silly grins of the stereotypical pubescent teenager taking notice of the work I had done...a bizarre feeling of accomplishment was what I got out of it, besides my A grade. I am still not 100% sure why, I suppose its the exhibitionist in me that rears its head and gives me a bit of a giggle. Unfortunately in the summer of 1990 my school was destroyed by a massive fire and my whole portfolio died a tragic watery death in cell block E, along with similar take offs of other artists like Dali and the Persistence of Memory, another interpretation with melting syringes (a big drug campaign was around at the time) instead of clocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I hit 35 years old in October and came across, completely by accident, a Bio on Modigliani, who tragically died at the age of 35 of tuberculosis, aided by heavy alcohol and drug consumption. He was totally penniless and often peddled his artwork in exchange for meals at restaurants, or for his vices. Anyway, it just seemed fitting to have another go at interpreting his work through my eyes, seeing as I have made it past 35 (just) and am penniless. I love a certain amount of strange random connections when I begin a piece. Even though the above is my current inspiration, it was not the work I used for my GCSE, which promptly came to me half way through this painting. I have started so I will finish! But may end up reproducing the one I know I used in my exam for my next piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It just seems a really lovely way to take stock of the work I have produced to date, and my embarkation on the new to move forward, with phase 1 of my website now (finally) floating around the ether. Looking back over the work I have produced over the years raises many a question and memories, like the male nude I exhibited at a church...oh the twittering was an absolute scandal! 'Twas only a rear view though, I was being empathetic! See I just can't help it, the parishioners nearly choked on their ginger nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And the most important question that keeps me vexed is 'to paint (what sells) or not to paint' (what sells)? What is the answer? Always a HUGE dilemma. Do I go safe and paint pretty pictures which sap my soul but have a wider audience, or maverickly continue in my quest for my own signature style in the male nude market, which has a limited and shy audience? Do I commit to a style and limit my enthusiastic creativity? Is that the signature of a 'proper artist' ? That of being known for a regular style and/or subject? Is it the trail of immaturity artistically to be so random in style and possibly subject? Should I be concerned with such questions or just let my creativity and desire lead the way? I don't have the answers, only optimism that all will become clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So for now I will finish this painting in front of me, hopefully tomorrow it will be up here for all to see, and continue in my randomness of thought and deed to muddle my way along my master plan. The plan, at the moment, includes painting more, blogging more, Phase 2 of the website which will include paintings for sale and the probable opening of an Etsy store and Deviant Art store, and my first solo exhibition next year, possibly in the summer and then and thereabouts learning the art of self promotion though magazines, hopefully, and other galleries. Its a plan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since committing to my artwork again, absolutely loving the process (finally) again, I feel a whole new world awaits me to explore and adore, I am like a child in a sweet shop...only a very distant memory now, are the years since the birth of my son, where I wanted to destroy all my art materials and never paint again, it was the blackest part of my life, Post Natal Depression. There's a lot to be said for time as a great healer. From tragedy to optimism, an all or nothing approach, which goes hand in hand with the yin yang gal I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-4833956877303104239?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/4833956877303104239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=4833956877303104239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/4833956877303104239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/4833956877303104239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2008/11/tragedy-to-optimism.html' title='Tragedy to Optimism...'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SRqve63W6_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bv8D48VfIgU/s72-c/Modigliani-MET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-7905892218443056424</id><published>2008-10-14T13:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:34:46.146+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrylic'/><title type='text'>Me and my men....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256985510368564722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSQeA7k1fI/AAAAAAAAABI/HiBPE1Tf7Ds/s320/spined.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Spined' Mixed media on canvas paper 260mm x 410mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256986336417855170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSROGNEtsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jkd4jlfcvXQ/s320/farfalla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Farfalla' Mixed Media on Watercolour paper 390mm x 560mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....are at one, lol, well at least paintings of men are. I adore their form, the beauty of strength combined with naked vulnerability. Here two very different pieces, the first 'Spined' using the new Inktense pencils from Derwent, really beautiful to use and do what they say on the tin! I did a sketch with some shading with the pencils dry then once complete sprayed the whole surface with water to make the colours come to life. The yellow turned out a little too intense for my liking so worked over in silver wax crayon, which I then scumbled over with silver polishing powder (used for painting models of cars etc) which stuck to the wax leaving quite shiny silver areas while the powder just softened the yellow where I didn't have wax. An unusual painting for me but with much gained from experimenting with different media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Farfalla' (Butterfly - Italian) was produced in a similar way but using Derwents range or Graphitint pencils. Again worked dry then once shaded water sprayed onto it. Its didn't quite have the effect I had thought it would and it tended to puddle (I didn't stretch my paper - bad girl) so I blotted and was pretty disappointed. I left it to dry then worked on top with a slightly dried up marker pen and copper leaf. The background was achieved by painting with a wash of Prussian acrylic paint, then used a crackle medium to be finished with a layer of Paynes Grey acrylic straight from the tube. Not a bad result, and very useful in terms of feedback from using the various media, and it was the first time I had used leaf in any work...it has a mind of its own! and still getting to grips with that in order to get the best from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-7905892218443056424?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/7905892218443056424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=7905892218443056424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7905892218443056424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7905892218443056424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-my-men.html' title='Me and my men....'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSQeA7k1fI/AAAAAAAAABI/HiBPE1Tf7Ds/s72-c/spined.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-230322849176085916</id><published>2008-10-14T12:27:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:32:03.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no see.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSJ020Aa2I/AAAAAAAAABA/n_ER8vhVtx0/s1600-h/ensemblibigideas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256978206208060258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSJ020Aa2I/AAAAAAAAABA/n_ER8vhVtx0/s320/ensemblibigideas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;'Big Ideas' 914mm x 914mm Acrylic on Boxed Canvas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well its been a while since I last blogged...mainly due to the summer holidays and my son Hayden been off school, leaving precious little time to get creative. Sadly my website seems to have lost momentum, Hubby is doing it and hes busy, and don't suppose he would appreciate me keeping nagging...so its seems on the back burner for now. At least I can shimmy the blog along and my tweets, both of which have stood uncomplaining waiting for me to pick up where I left off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was pretty strict with myself and when time became more readily available was totally focused on the commissioned painting for Ensembli. That is now complete, having loved the challenge of doing it, and it being so far removed for my 'normal painting styles and topics. Hopefully 'Big Ideas' reflects Ensembli (a new start up company based in Sheffield) as the blue skies company it is, originating in its industrial setting of the old Aizelwood Mill, with its solid brick foundations and feet firmly on the ground. When Ensembli hit the big time they will have a permanent record of their roots as the fly high and into the future. The painting was well received and now resides in their offices at Aizelwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am currently in quite an experimental mood, wanting to push the limits of different media and introduce new media. Working this way is opening new horizons if not producing master pieces, but does afford me the freedom to explore and experiment battling against the easy option of sticking to what I know and typically what sells...always a quandary which can stifle and suffocate even the most creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoying using metallics in the form of crayon, gold/copper/silver leaf, metallic paints and silver rubbing powder I acquired from somewhere and have never used. Maybe the results are not always what I expect but I am like a kid in a candy shop wanting to run around and just make marks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after I have updated this blog with the finished Ensembli painting, and my latest two experimental pictures I am looking forward to painting some more, possibly using corsetry as the initial starting point. I hope within the next few weeks my website will be up and I can finally build it and get the business cards sorted from Moo...I have so many ambitions for over the next year of which this and my website are the foundations, so onwards....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-230322849176085916?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/230322849176085916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=230322849176085916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/230322849176085916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/230322849176085916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time, no see.....'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSJ020Aa2I/AAAAAAAAABA/n_ER8vhVtx0/s72-c/ensemblibigideas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-7875615935778079078</id><published>2008-07-09T10:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:48:03.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ensembli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheffield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrylic'/><title type='text'>Flirting with beginings</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SHSGNMd0f-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_pSt1-ajYRA/s1600-h/ABCD0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220945429271969762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SHSGNMd0f-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_pSt1-ajYRA/s320/ABCD0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;914 x 914 cm canvas, the base for the Ensembli painting. Painted up in graduations of colbalt blue as the first stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220945315576084274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SHSGGk6m9zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tEqGkuHW83I/s320/ABCD0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sketches and ideas for the Ensembli painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well its a week of all go, my blogger template is working and I love it, which means that this design can be worked back through to the rest of the website now and subsequent business cards. Hopefully if the plan comes together the site will be a smooth transition throughout, nothing flashy, just a simple site to show my work as I begin to take my work seriously again after having Hayden...its taken me long enough! I am excited by the site and it appears that it will do exactly what I wanted, and hopefully I can integrate links etc to external galleries and artists sites as I go along....exciting times.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The second major beginning is this new painting for an office building in Sheffield, for a company called Ensembli. Using the logo and its location I have come up with a concept that seems like a goer, just the fine details to iron out. I wanted to express thier Blue Skies attitude to thier product, its roots and foundation both in the physical building and industrial heritage of Yorkshire. To reflect the impact that thier ideas have/will have on the world and the ripples of influence those ideas will generate. The emergence of the bubbles from the chimney represents how ideas can become reality yet the solidity of the chimney gives grounding. I am also aware of making these concepts work away from Ensembli and as a stand alone painting and I think it manages to achieve both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-7875615935778079078?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/7875615935778079078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=7875615935778079078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7875615935778079078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/7875615935778079078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2008/07/flirting-with-beginings.html' title='Flirting with beginings'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SHSGNMd0f-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_pSt1-ajYRA/s72-c/ABCD0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-5667612467947089588</id><published>2008-07-08T10:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:48:51.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrylic'/><title type='text'>Latest painting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SHM5eIWD_CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/siZyvwaprkw/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220579582851415074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SHM5eIWD_CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/siZyvwaprkw/s320/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpha Male II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;26 x 18 inches, Acrylic on Canvas board.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Latest&lt;/span&gt; painting, part of Alpha Male series, looking at the shoulder and arms of the beautiful male. Playing on the strength of the male role. I have tried to express the lifting up, guidance and safety of the male, and to honour the beauty that is the male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-5667612467947089588?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/5667612467947089588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=5667612467947089588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/5667612467947089588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/5667612467947089588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2008/07/alpha-male-ii-26-x-18-inches-acrylic-on.html' title='Latest painting...'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SHM5eIWD_CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/siZyvwaprkw/s72-c/DSC00998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194505191510285606.post-6684384793051839865</id><published>2008-07-08T10:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:32:05.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new day...</title><content type='html'>...well here it is, my first blog, and just a small piece in my aim for world domination. Seriously, it is time for me to take my artwork seriously again, and so heres my blog that I am commited to updating showing what I am upto in Nikki World. The blog template will provide the benchmark for the rest of my site which is currently being designed. The theory being that the site then will be seamless throughout and totaly integrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All being well the site should be functional within a couple of weeks and my job then is to get the detail in. For some reason I REALLY liked a particular style of gallery and so thats causing a bit of a problem, which I am assured will be sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it from me, onwards.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194505191510285606-6684384793051839865?l=nikki-morris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/feeds/6684384793051839865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4194505191510285606&amp;postID=6684384793051839865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/6684384793051839865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194505191510285606/posts/default/6684384793051839865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikki-morris.blogspot.com/2008/07/wondering-out-of-box.html' title='Brand new day...'/><author><name>nikki_morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16671314471558361207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gcrwvSjFGJs/SPSBkKpb-CI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8Pjz3ck6QPA/S220/nikkibob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
