AMBERCOLEMAN

With every brushstroke and bleeding hue, I tell stories Giving my grief and rage a voice is integral to my survival, so my work journeys deep in the woods where no one goes anymore I give my voice to wild things and allow them to gnash their teeth at anyone who will listen Occasionally, once I have wandered long enough and their grief is worn thin, I can give these wild things a place to play and rest among ink foliage Otherwise, these creatures hole up in the vessels of my heart, clawing at my chest until they have eaten me from the inside out and I am forced once again to sew myself back together Further, I like to bring old heroes and sleeping gods back from the dead, their lives and adventures reimagined in scribbled lines Old gods are resurrected and honored once again, their likeness renewed and tradition carved ever deeper into the annals of time Watercolor and ink are favorites, but I never shy away from mixing media or experimenting Embroidery and jewelry will make an appearance from time to time, each bead carefully selected for its personal significance and how it will contribute individually to the piece. Full color illustrations give me much freedom to speak things that are unsaid, and sometimes only black and white can allow me to haunt you.