Sunday, May 21, 2017

" Open Sky " acrylic on board...S. Ashby
I Want To Be

when old age sets 
white haired and amber eyed all aglow 
A Woman who enjoyed her youth
Who savored every step
like it was the last bit of the gravy on the plate
I fought hard
to make it sing
to find my voice
to stand tall
I pray my children fly stronger on their own wings
I want to be - that woman with peace in her eyes
I fought hard for love she says . . . and won.
                                                  ~ sherry ashby

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Finding a Mob Boss


It is always a pleasure to work with author J.D. Rule. This is the finished art I recently completed for his latest book entitled

" Voices: Of The American Muse"


 This is the third book I have been commissioned by JD to do work for.  He came this time with an exact scene to capture that was utterly appealing to me. The scene as he spelled out is that of a mob boss, sitting in a dark corner and out onto the stage walks a stripper. He has immediate designs on her. She is unaware of his presence and has yet to meet him. JD's instructions for me are to give her a face to fall in love with and to make the make the mob boss very much in the shadows. The strippers pole must be prominent. All else is up to me in design and medium. And so the journey begins to climb inside another persons head and to bring their vision to life.

As an artist this kind of work is much different from gallery work or making art for myself. I am on a deadline and I have a guide line, it does not flow the same way as if I am connected with my own vision. I am trying to do right by someone else's idea and work more with in a structure. I can't get too lost... I have to stay on the path to get to where I have been hired to be.

So it begins with a million rough sketches, playing with paper choice or substrate depending on the medium,  which medium will create the atmosphere I am going for?,  and playing with design..this is illustration not gallery work, the rules are different. What do I want these characters to look like? How can I translate this? So begins the process of finding my own vision and for me all else stops. The children fend for themselves to be fed, the dishes pile up and the laundry is not done. I dive into a project like this with full focus. . . and that is one of the things I love about art.
. . . a face to fall in love with...
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 GETTING STARTED

I love detail. So putting the mob boss in the shadows was a bit of a challenge for me. I chose to work on a cotton rag creme colored paper to push the high lights and make the darks dark, What is more shadowy than charcoal? Burnt sticks....awesome. A chunk of burnt wood to push around freely on paper, I forgot how much I loved this medium until this project. I often use it as sort of an under painting as a tool, but rarely do I use it alone for a full drawing. It is a wonderful free medium to use, but a bit of a challenge to photograph, it picks up the layers one can not see with the naked eye. I used white charcoal on the lady and outlined her in ink, one simple layer of ink with a dip pen to keep the line solid...she is supposed to be seen after all. Charcoal has a way of floating away from you, so the ink anchored her.

EVOLUTION OF A MOB BOSS

For the lady she is drawn out of my head with no reference. I draw women all the time, but rarely draw men. I tend to focus on the divine feminine. But it was clear I needed a dude for reference for this project. The most Mob Bossy guy I know goes by the name of CrowsNeck Boutin and he graciously allowed me to "borrow" his face for this assignment. Like me, Crow is a native Lubecer. And growing up in Lubec presents some unique challenges. We live in an economically starved area, but the land here is rich in so many ways, for the ones like us that took root here, it is a powerful place to have been born and raised.

Crowsneck is a Professional Prize Fighter and now lives in Southern Maine. He says, "A prize fighter is what I am. I battle for money. I battle to evolve as a spirit and a man."
Crow is a fierce, kind and intelligent man, very layered and very disciplined. He is in tune with the force within himself and within the world around him....all pretty mob bossy qualities.

I would imagine going into battle in a cage fight to have similar attributes to a man setting out to win a woman he has designs on, that primal part of the human race we are derived from..... And it makes a woman like me who so often contemplates the divine feminine contemplate what it means to be of the divine masculine, especially as a mother of two boys as I am. The evolution of spirit and the conquering of past demons. Living an authentic life has no gender.


I drew many sketches before I settled on the one I would use....here is the process of my Mob Bossy dude . . .

















 ...sketches for the shadowy Mob boss....
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People often ask me how long a painting or drawing takes.  I tend to just make stuff and don't think about the time, it seems to take away from the process for me. And really, there is no way to answer that question in a concrete way. When involved in any kind of a project I eat, sleep, and pray it. The hours spent on it are much more than the hours spent putting charcoal to paper. On this project I spent a good solid 7 days ....if not more.


*********************************************************************************ABOUT THE AUTHOR  

JD Rule


The title - Voices: Of the American Muse - was chosen because each of the five women portrayed in the stories is forced to take action as a solitary player, with no support systems or back-up plans at the point where a decision must be made. They all take place on American soil, none have time to consider what to do, and for each the consequence of failure is severe. Not all of them succeed.
Whether their action is heroic is for the reader to decide. 
Looking to have it out by mid November. 

other work I have illustrated for JD can be found on Amazon and at local venues.
www.amazon.com/Orions Belt: Two Novellas
www.amazon.com/Murphys-Revisited

Find more about JD here....he is an talented amazing man.
https://www.facebook.com/LubecScribbler 
 www.lubecscribbler.com









Friday, October 7, 2016









I saw you today- with your crooked smile
and your heart on your sleeve.

I saw you there in the garden, next to the forget -me- nots 
and the "my love lies bleeding". I knew your head was the clouds and a conversation with dragons was pasings through the ethers. 
You don't live with feet firmly planted.

Just before I saw you...in the garden- I was driving along Water Street 
a "Love Song" came on the radio.
a parked car had a license plate that read "LOVE".  
My attention was pulled to the very next parked car with a licence plate that read " TRAP".

I turned off the radio and kept driving.
Then I saw you there,   . . . in the garden
with your head and heart in the Clouds
resting among the flowers
-the wildest of flowers
                                       ~ Sherry Ashby


Poetry growing in a box, " My Love Lies Bleeding " grows with the wild flower " Forget - Me - Not "



Sunday, March 20, 2016



" Convalescing " graphite on paper, Sherry Ashby

Sacred: Women in Vision now on display at the Umm Art Gallery for the month of March, 2016

 She sits on a chair that has roots reaching to the earth and limbs growing towards the sky. The roots of the growing chair gather nourishment from the water for now, until they can find higher ground to take root in, but they are roots that needed to be soaked. The Woman rests upon the chair gathering the golden light from below in the earth and harvesting the white light from above. The element of air, water and the grounding of earth energy are all present here. She has been through a powerful storm and now takes a moment to recharge. There is a need for solitary time and introspection as she taps into collective energy to heal a psychic wound. 

Her one arm merges with the limb of a the chair as it grows, and she is tapping into this grounding life force. The other arm has taken the shape of a wing, suggesting the element of air (thought) and the need for cleansing and letting go.

The roses that sit upon the chair suggest the importance of self love and self healing.

" The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap"  ~ Novalis 

Saturday, July 18, 2015

"Inside Out"  pastel on BFK Rives, Sherry Ashby Cunningham
               
You Were My Fish
swimming up stream
always against the tide

you were my angel, my lover, my demon
you filled it all with toxic venom and sweet sweet love
wide awake in a house of mirrors
                                 you beckoned- I came and came and came again
juice poured through every crack, every crevice
until I was barren.

concubine
my addiction- I bled for you and you alone
you were mine but never mine
I was yours, always yours

You filled me to the brim and it over ran
slurped it up and came back for more
never satiated
the cycle- spinning
lost and empty and full

dancing in the moon
though never roaming always still

you gave it away
you gave it all away
                               ~s.a.cunningham







" Inside Out" (detail) pastel on BFK Rives, s.a.cunningham 

Friday, October 3, 2014

New Birth


" Silkie Returning to the Sea" mixed media on BFK Rives paper, Sherry Ashby Cunningham
" Sailing Home", mixed media on BFK Rives paper, Sherry Ashby Cunningham

" Waiting To Be Born" mixed media on BFK Rives paper, SherryAshby Cunningham

" Remembering the Beauty of What Was", mixed media on BFK Rives paper, Sherry Ashby Cunningham
New Journeys start....but the past is not erased. Try as you may to forget, it is a part of you. Embrace. So much beauty...I saw in you. Finding that same beauty in myself is part of the new journey. As I see beauty in me I see beauty in you. Forgiveness, letting go of anger and bitterness. You will forever be part of my soul, my life...no one can take that away. We are connected, why not be connected in love? The dark and the light is equal in it's importance. No matter the outcome....love will always lie in the foundation of  how we were born and it is how we will die...united in love in loves embrace.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Wild in the Woods








"Wild in the Woods" mixed media on paper


 
 
 
Wild in the tangled woods, the witch offers the lost child an apple. " Is she a good witch or a bad witch ?" asks the child. " We don't know yet my dear." answered the mother to her beloved. "Is the apple poisoned Mama?" asked the child. "I don't know my beloved" answered the mother again. "It is the fruit of knowledge my dear....and sometimes the truth is painful....it is neither good nor bad."