Water on primed canvas spread the purple pigment. Drips like Pollock hang over top. Fun to create. You should try one. Purple Pollock III Abstract Jackson Series Acrylic paint on canvas Un-stretched Cut Jagged 2004 Artist Lisa Bisbee 20"x28" B0175 DM or email for purchase information. #jacksonpollock #abstract #abstractexpressionism #expressionism #abstractart #movementinart #fluid #nonobjective #expressive #acrylic #artworkforsale #france #artforsaleoninstagram #french #art

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

The painting was displayed in the film "Mr. & Mrs. Christmas" an independent production in Vancouver. The stretched canvas was so big, I had to borrow a friend's car for delivery to the production office. When I left Canada, another friend helped me tear it away from its stretcher to roll into a transportable unit that would fit in my car. On the east coast, another friend helped me by building a new wooden stretcher for it. It's heavy duty now. It's great to have friends. I

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

A birds-eye-view of the forest with lakes, streams and ponds. Drips of Jackson Pollock. The integrity of the canvas proof of originality. Variations of greens with purple-ly-blue animal tracks. Torn away from its wooden stretcher. Traveled from the Pacific to the Atlantic in the back seat of a green Suburu. Threads waiting to be pulled. Remnant from twenty years ago. There is a beaver dam holding the water in place. Where's my fishing pole? This piece has a similar color pale

Fresh green growth comes in many hues. Bright blue sky is rare in the Pacific Northwest in comparison to Colorado or Eastern North Carolina. The abstraction has more to do with the color palette than the texture. A bit of black swipes for depth. Ripped away from its stretcher, I rolled it with others in the collection and traveled across the continent hoping that one day again, it would be hung on the wall. Hopes and dreams do come true. Twenty years later in the virtual worl

Countless trees surround the Georgia Strait from Horseshoe Bay in North Vancouver, Canada. Travel by ferry to reach the Sunshine Coast Ferry terminal to Sechelt where music legend, Joni Mitchell says of Half-moon Bay, “LA is my workplace, but BC is my heartbeat.” To sit on the ferry, and visualize another upcoming hike in the rainforest, I value the enormity of anticipation. Countless times, I crossed that Strait to reach one of the most impressive forces of nature, the Paci

Our color theory professor at SCAD assigned us to paint a Beethoven Symphony. Our interpretation was to illustrate icons for instruments and define patterns in the melodies. In the same way, listening to jazz music, I'll move the paint around with color and gestures to define patterns detecting movement of the musical piece. This jazz series of paintings started in the early 1990's and continues to this day. One of my favorite ways to produce abstract paintings is alongside o

In the middle of creating the My Green Brain Series group of paintings, I found a technique of folding the canvas which created deep grooves in the canvas. The paint filled the grooves and a wispy dry brush created a contrast on the surface. The facet of a stone, I once saw in the atmosphere of the sky up top the Rocky Mountains while hiking up an 1000 foot elevation upon deep snow. Laying down to create a snow angel, I watched the faceted clouds roll by. This facet can not b