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Amy Sol

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Amy Sol is an American artist of Korean ancestry, who lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a member in good standing of a loose knit community of artists practicing Pop Surreal, Lowbrow, or, as Robert Williams defines it, "cartoon-tainted abstract surrealism." She typically paints upon treated wooden panel, incorporating the grain of the wood into the painting. Her style integrates both narrative and figurative styles with the mystic.

“ The reason (is) the wood really helps me a lot, and I've sort of become addicted to using wood panel. It's become a really important part of the whole piece -- all together -- it holds the whole piece together. The grain of the wood usually is the start of the motion; the flow. The wood always reminds me to keep things moving. When you look at wood grain, sometimes -- and you can almost feel the sense of something alive, of course it was once alive, but that imprint; the foot-print of it is still there. When I paint right on the wood it influences the colors I use. It reminds me to keep things really natural. ”
—Amy Sol, Semi-Permanent Lecture, 2008 Sydney, Australia

Sol's works are characterized by young maidens in dream-like nature settings with over-sized or sometimes fanciful creatures. One gets a sense that the girls are interacting with the animals as mythic partners or perhaps "familiars." There is no indication that these animals are pets; rather friends or perhaps partners. The exotic landscapes include plants, impossible trees, mist & fog, clouds, flowers, and rolling hills. With a muted pallet of pastels and washed out grays; her style is influenced by folk-art, contemporary illustration, manga, and modern design.

Sol has named Range Murata and Kay Nielsen among others as inspirations for her work.

Marlais Wonders II

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Roll the dice

Two, Teen, Eleven

forbidden dreaming demons stealing inward as we go
loosing sight of circumstance that drew me into you


Origami Soul

unfolding ravaged savage memories
the things he did to me
trying to raise them up
trying to let the light pierce the shadows

hollow passion
crimes against the lesser
bending toward the ache.
Dusty, dirty grit in between my teeth
want to spit it back at you

the pulp of chances lost

wondering if disappearing would start the clock ticking again.
Please forgive my apathy; I care too much.
Time destroyed us.
Time destroyed me.

Two Eleven

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Ancient delinquent

ancient delinquent
momentary memory
drifting over branches,
terminating glances
uninspired, tired
wanting to give way...
but I don't know how

Two Eleven

Kate Moss - Vogue UK, Oct '08

By Mario Testino

Vogue UK, Jan '09

My Friend, The Things That Do Attain

MY friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;

The equal friend; no grudge; no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the healthy life;
The household of continuance;

The mean diet, no dainty fare;
Wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress:

The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.

~Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

Rubiks Cube


Armin Morbach for Tush Magazine



Big Shower

Bubbles :-)

Two, Five, Eleven

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