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Artist's Gallery!
Dawn Stevens
Bio
All the paintings currently shown below are done by Dawn
Stevens of Mystic Eye.
They are in no particular order. Please note that all
images presented on this and all other pages are
copyrighted and may not be used without specific written
permission by Mystic Eye,
Dawn Stevens, or any other artist represented here. To
request permission to use images, artwork, make purchases,
etc.... please contact us at artwork@themysticeye.com.
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the artwork of Barb Gaynor
the artwork of Silvia Hartman
the artwork of Kathy
Keenan
the artwork of Eric K. Lerner
the artwork of Edward Preater
the artwork of Gerri
Russell
the artwork of Marina
Tosic
Artists! Join our free online gallery! Send your artist's profile and
pictures in gif or jpg format to: gallery@themysticeye.com.
Pictures should be no larger than 280 pixels wide, no more than twelve
pieces please. Mystic Eye will be happy to host them on our own site as
well, a great opportunity for those who need to limit their hosting disk
space or bandwidth.
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"Agony"
1996
Oil paint on stretched canvas.
This was painted while I was involved in a relationship
that had become very painful. It literally means what it
shows... I felt my heart had been cut from my chest, then
squeezed, manipulated, held beyond my grasp, away from me.
I felt dead, beyond all hope.
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"Jumpstart"
1996
Oil paint on Gessoed Masonite.
My internal death shown in the previous painting has
seemed to progress, yet my heart remains. There are wires
with a strange sort of aligator clip/scissors device on
the ends, attached to my heart. The wires drift off the
painting, I am jumpstarted back to life from somewhere
outside myself. (I had left the relationship gone bad, and
had met another.)
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"Disconnect
with Tornados" 1997
Acrylic paint on Gessoed Masonite.
Alas, my jumpstart seems to have been temporary. My one
last eye is ripped from my head, my tongue bitten almost
clean through. Yet I am decorated in my desecration. My
connections appear to be all but broken, yet the one to
the above remains. My remaining muscle tissue tornados
above my head, reaching off, affecting something beyond
sight.
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"Split
Infinity" 1996
Oil paint on Gessoed Masonite.
My creativity is compromised, my hands no longer paint, my
hand is literally split, cut and rendered sharply,
disabled by the men in my life. A penis spurts forth to
the sun, the symbol of the god. My hand rises from the
moon, the symbol of the goddess. All around me swirls the
fires of passion. It is the thing I always betray myself
for.
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"Mouth"
1997
Oil paint on Gessoed Masonite.
All around me people talk. None of it makes sense. What
they have to say about me (and themselves) is untrue. I
can see through them clearly, peering straight down their
throats. I find the sight vulgar. Their teeth are dirty as
well as their lips. They have been chewing on dirt.
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