Hi guys!  I’ve started taking portrait commissions and I’m pretty excited about it!  If you’ve been thinking about having a portrait done of yourself or someone you love, contact me either by leaving a comment here, message me, or shoot me an email at: artbylauraelizabeth@gmail.com

Thanks for viewing!

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Happy holidays, everyone!

I’ll get right to the point since there are two tiny winter break elves waiting rather impatiently for me to take them ice skating.

So I just finished organizing my studio, and was surprised to find so many pieces of artwork left over from various shows and exhibits I’ve done over the years!  I can’t be sitting on artwork when I have bills ta pay, ‘n’ mouths ta feed! So I sorted it all, and here’s what I found: 

8×5″ Print of “Fille” $15 artbylauraelizabeth@gmail.com

8×5″ black and white print of “Fille” $15 artbylauraelizabeth@gmail  Purchases secured through PayPal; you do not need a PayPal account to use PayPal, but it only takes a minute to set it up if you wanted one.

Mini Tins, $5.00 ea. To see individual tins go here:

http://lauraelizabethart.com/2015/12/30/mini-tins-3/

Omg, the tiniest print ever!! So cute! “Flowers for Klimt” print, teenybytiny (approximately 4 x 3″), mounted onto wooden panel, painted, varnished, ready to hang: $8.50, artbylauraelizabeth@gmail.com Or go to Gumball Collective in Northeast Minneapolis!

“Flowers in the Mausoleum” 8×5″ print mounted on canvas, painted, and varnished. artbylauraelizabeth@gmail.com

My jammed packed studio says to “BUY ALL THE THINGSSS!!”

Thanks for viewing!! <3

My maternal Grandmother had exquisite handwriting. It’s art in and of itself. Absolutely meticulous.

She was a fascinating woman; eccentric, impossible, a voracious reader, a loner, an athlete, among many other things….. She was a swimmer in Billy Rose’s “Aquacade” in the 1940’s.

But above all, she was an artist. She produced painstakingly precise pieces of artwork.  She was definitely unique, something to be admired from afar; a distant glance was often the only thing she had to offer, her cat eye liquid liner always right on point. Social visits were kept brief, yet she possessed a graceful manner.

I would say something, like “she will be sorely missed,” or maybe rave about her commitment to community, or how many lives she touched, but it wouldn’t be true…. She didn’t much care for people and chose instead to spend her life with dogs– and who can really blame her? Humans are highly complicated, while dogs typically aren’t.  It’s a safe kind of love and it’s genuine.

I don’t fault her for the way that she was, though some family members certainly do. I don’t know how she could have been anything other than herself.

I reserve judgement, and accept her for who she was.

She intrigued me, but I never felt she owed me a relationship of any kind. It just didn’t even occur to me that she should want to see me more often; I was just happy on rare occasion to flip through glamorous old photo albums and hear about the Aquacade, and what it was like moving from Ohio to New York at such a young age.

I’m sorry that you’re gone, you rare beautiful bird.  No more pain. <3