ART WORK
Although not mine, but this is positively a Secret pose, just picture the victims' clothes more torn and her wearing a tight tank top stained with blood. Secret isn't all that messy but she does, on the occasions likes the tear the clothes and slash at the flesh to confuse the corner. Of course my vampires wouldn't be worrying about the sun and they would sense anyone else that would be stupid enough to come upon this scene.
My artwork has always been a creative outlet, to express to understand my self when things got hard around the homestead. Between my art and my soon interest in writing helped get me through the lose of my mother. I've won two first prizes at local fairs when I was sixteen in landscape painting, I stopped because basically my teacher wanted to become best buddies with 'rent and my younger sister. Something that then made us feel uncomfortable. Since I was in highschool for an extra year I naturally had taken art all the way through; I couldn't stand the thought of not having an art class. So I took grade twelve art a second time, kind of hoping to get better marks. I probably did, I needed that art in my life.
At Niagara College in Welland, Ontario Canada. I discovered that it was far more then just a hobby and not a joke. I loved college and I miss it terribly, especially the friendships and all the complaining we did about our one teacher. My one teacher, my favorite teacher who convinced me I have a shot at getting into OCA, Mr. K. Cosgrove really believe in us...in me. I would love to give it a shot but the tuition and all the expenses are too high for my dad and myself. Who doesn't basically want me going and thinks that Cosgrove is b.s.ing me. That I trust people too much and I don't though... But in college the teachers aren't just teachers they become your friends. Or at least most of them in my program, Visual Creative Arts-Design. The 'rent (my dad) mentions to me every now and then that I over cast my thoughts and hopes. I can't help the feeling that my dad wants me to stay in this boring ass retirement town where the only work is at the nasty Bic's Pickles factory. Cosgrove has this certain thing about himself; he's like a student in some areas, he always close to the way we thought. Or at least that's the feeling I got around him. Kind of like a celebrity of a sorts. And I think the teachers in our little building all knew it in the back of their heads, that he was the favored. Everyone would always ask, "Where's Cosgrove?" A busy guy he is, I'll miss him calling me 'Buttercup'.
Cosgrove is best!
Some pieces are for sale, basically I need to make room and since most of the jobs around here ask for 2-6 years of experience, I need the money. That's just something else that really ticks me off, how are we suppose to get any experience if no one will hire us. Which in turn makes up having to keep going back to that crappy ass job such as Bic's Pickles.
Email me on the pieces if you're interested and we'll strike up some sort of deal.
The pictures below are all that turned out good enough to scan in from the reel of film I took, I'll put up more scary interesting pieces as I get around to finishing them.
Please e-mail me if you have any questions or comments.
Tanya Koson designed WebPages September 3, 1998.