The juicy contrast of the red and blue will always catch my gaze. As a kid, I found optical illusions interesting. Some of the illusions would trick my eye into seeing motion. The illusion of motion was result of red and blue contrast adjacent to each other in patterns. Orange Red Blue Landscape Amorphic Abstract Series Oil paint on canvas Stretched 2015 Artist Lisa Bisbee 12"x24" B0197 DM or email for purchase information. #unityinart #abstract #abstractexpressionism #expres

Lifting the foreground to the middle ground, if I had to do it again, I would break the surface into the background to create more imaginary depth. Tense black contrast against the orange with trails of red and blue. Orange Eye Landscape Amorphic Abstract Series Oil paint on canvas Stretched 2015 Artist Lisa Bisbee 12"x24" B0196 DM or email for purchase information. #unityinart #abstract #abstractexpressionism #expressionism #abstractart #movementinart #fluid #nonobjective

White sand along the carolina beaches mixed with Mediterranean-ism outlined with deep red along the Nile, lifting off into space to find spherical worlds. Animals wiggle between the amorphic shapes. Egyptian Landscape Amorphic Abstract Series Acrylic paint on canvas Un-stretched Cut jagged. 2005 Artist Lisa Bisbee 11"x14" B0264 DM or email for purchase information. #unityinart #abstract #abstractexpressionism #expressionism #abstractart #movementinart #fluid #nonobjective #e

Pink Moon by Nick Drake is one of my most favorite songs. The imagery fills my head with colors I've never seen in the wild. He was gone too quick. Pink, repetition, trails over the foliage aside the path. Pink Nick Drake Amorphic Abstract Series Acrylic paint on canvas Stretched 2015 Artist Lisa Bisbee 30"x40" B0210 DM or email for purchase information. #unityinart #abstract #abstractexpressionism #expressionism #abstractart #movementinart #fluid #nonobjective #expressive #

Puzzle pieces mixed together become mud. Impatiently waiting for the paint to dry, careful not to muddy the color in adjoined the sides of the amorphsc shapes. Radial composition with a light blue square box, could not stay inside. Mum Abstract Amorphic Series Acrylic paint on canvas Un-stretched Cut Jagged 2012 12"x12" B0183 DM or email for purchase information. #mum #abstract #abstractexpressionism #expressionism #abstractart #movementinart #fluid #nonobjective #expressive

A wet un-primed canvas acts like watercolor paper, letting the pigment flow where the current takes it. Upon the layers, throwing paint, hoping not to miss its bulls-eye, I watch it transform. Thanks again to drips and dripping and fluid pigment. Brick Abstract Jackson Series Acrylic paint on canvas Un-primed Un-stretched Cut Jagged 2002 Artist Lisa Bisbee 20"x28" B0170 DM or email for purchase information. #artforsale #art #painting #artist #artwork #contemporaryart #fineart

Circular shapes turn into spherical forms. One of my first lessons with a still life in sixth grade with a powerful light casting shadow for me to interpret on paper, I still remember hesitating. Wondering how I could make the illusion of the still life happen on paper. Waiting for my instructor to turn the corner and check out my work. Confidence built over the years, thankfully, and whether I get it right is not so much the purpose as is am I having an curiously-filled expe

Back at #SCAD, my color theory professor asked us to paint one of the movements of Beethoven. Listening to the music, I would draw symbols and repetitive patterns according to the melody or the musical instrument being played. Fast forward and now I listen to jazzy stuff, creating whimsy in my patterns and color palette. "Circular Red Gear Jazz" is from my painted series of geometric shapes and patterns. Circular Red Gear Jazz Geometric Jazz Series Oil paint on canvas Stretch

The painting was on exhibit at the Geeks in Delta after the exhibit at the arts centre. It's one of my favorite pieces with all the variations of greens. Of course the inspiration again was Boundary Bay with the distant Cascade mountains on the horizon. I pushed and pulled the wet on wet paint, in a Sgraffito manner. Usually my energy is so dang excited to get the layering done, before the acrylic has a chance to dry. Though when it does, then happily I'll dry-brush the dry f

The inspiration from this painting came from a photograph taken by a dear friend. The amber waves of grain, the slabs of color blankets atop one another, the rows of ecosystems, I have painted it over and over. There is another layer missing in this horizonatal composition, you'll see it in my other versions. Nicky Edmonton My Green Brain Exhibition, Vancouver, Canada Acrylic paint on Raw Canvas Un-stretched Cut Jagged 2002 Artist Lisa Bisbee 22"x36" (approx) B0148 DM or emai

Experimentation is so fun. Water and Oil can be shaken to mix, then then they always separate. Attempt at glazing. The oil in the polyurethane stuck with the pigment of the acrylic but separated over top the bottom layer. The curiosity. How and why these molecules bond? This sort of resin needs to be applied outdoors where the fresh air will protect you. I'd love to varnish with non-toxic materials, so if you know of any... please drop me a line, dm the info if you can. Today

The basement became my studio where I could throw paint around like Jackson Pollock. Abstract Expressionism is one of my favorite ways to express my joy and excitement. To just go with the flow, splish and splash the liquid color, moving my arm and body in big circles and haphazardly ending up with a piece of artwork not easy to duplicate in both progression and completion. To me, this piece ends up looking like a fuse box with electricity whirling zaps around the breakers.

Remember the Tandy computers? CPU processors with circuit boards, pins, cables. In order to print on paper, I had to write the code, 90 LPRINT CHR$(98), etc. One time in computer class, I wrote the code for a random number generator to start a chess game. When MacIntosh's WYSIWYG (pronounced "wizzy-wig") came out, my interest grew exponentially. All that coding was too tedious, instead I wanted to see things move with a drag and drop. Fast forward to today, I still use the Ge

Artists' interpretations may change over time. I found a artist's rendering of the solar system in movement not circling the sun in a heliocentric manner, but spiraling in a trail behind it. All interstellar objects in our solar system were spiraling behind the sun as it was clearly moving forward with a trail of planets behind it, caught in the irresistible force of gravity from the sun. Forbes magazine says it's incorrect, and non-scientific. Here is the link if you are in

To reach the other side, we had to step on plywood, or else we would sink to our knees in mud. The tide would go out more than one mile it seemed. Found a quote on the internet, "You can walk on soft sand for miles when the tide is out and the water is warm through September for swimming." All I know for sure is that a whale is buried there. When the tide was out, the machinery stepped in to dig the deepest hole possible for the whale to rest in peace under the ever watching

The forest full of life with animals bouncing around like tiggers. The path to sunlight is above the tree canopy, only reached by the birds and squirrels. Grizzlies leave their prints in the mud, fungus drips with condensation, water ripples nearby over the salmon's rock obstacles. The growth is older than me. The painting is circa 20 years old today. Still see the forest edge across the halfmoon bay filled with anchors, geese and kayaks. Siobhan's Emerald Forest My Green Bra

Winters were long in Canada. They started in August and ended in July. Nah, not really. Everything is relative. In comparison to the Southern U.S., it might be true to say so. In August, sometimes I wore my winter coat in Vancouver. In December, some days were nice enough to wear a T-shirt on a hike in the sunshine. When it did snow, the flakes dropped in chunks, like puffy cotton balls. The composition of the snow was wet, perfect for slapping together snowballs or digging o

Point Roberts Cliff was visible on a clear day from the mud flats. During low tide, walking along the perimeter of the concrete barrier, the mud became so deep that it sucked my Galoshes off. There I am, knee deep in the mud without a rubber for my left foot. I tried pulling the dang thing up, but the suction was so strong, it wouldn't budge. Mother nature versus Lisa. She won. Walked home with my tail between my legs. With so many names attached to my given name, Lisa, a de

At the bottom of the eagle's tree lay portions of ducks once flying in unison. It's called a murmuration. Seeing hundreds of birds whirling to avoid the eagle's grasp, walking along the dike holding back the high tide of Boundary Bay, near the wind swept grasses with puffy white toppings, these are the visuals coinciding with memories of friendly conversations pursuing lofty projects, winning the British Columbia Chamber of Commerce award for design. Torn from the stretcher,

It wasn't raining bullfrogs like it does in the south. Hiking through the misty rain, imagine walking through a cloud. The bluish-grey clouds would swirl down towards the horizon. Americans spell gray, Brits spell grey. A rose is a rose by any other name. Ghosted mountains and volcanos played tricks on the mind, seemly not so far away from the Cascade Range of southern British Columbia. Even in August, the chill could creep inside your bones, waiting for days upon the sun to