tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10753494602768322522023-11-15T22:07:25.298-08:00Vireo Street PhantomsAshley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-58501179599796640122015-04-22T14:35:00.002-07:002015-04-22T14:37:41.868-07:00April 21st 2012 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Why do people commit suicide? That's a good question. I continue to ask myself that every day. Yesterday was the three year anniversary of the day my mom decided she'd had enough. As I look back it's easy to see the "good times" because she's gone. But believe me, it was plenty hard to remember those good times while she was alive. Her illness tore her apart, which in turn, tore our little family apart. With or without her mistakes, I miss her every day. So, I've been making this series for her. She spent years trying to heal. Try as she might, she couldn't express, or confide in anyone exactly what she was going through. These pieces represent the anguish as I witnessed and experienced it growing up. I make these not because I'm stuck in the past, but because I see a bright future; a future where children are safe from the kinds of things my mom endured as a child. With every piece I've been donating money to RAINN- The Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network. I hope they will inspire someone else to donate too. </div>
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Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-37653741481630982462015-01-26T14:46:00.003-08:002015-01-26T14:46:57.021-08:00The Things We Do Not Speak Of<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
There's one thing you should know about me. It's hard for me to let things go. There is something I should have done for my mother while she was still alive: listen. Something terrible happened to her as a child; a shameful, terrible thing. She was shushed, silenced, and shamed for speaking of it. I owe it to her now, after everything she went through, to speak for her. These pieces are for her. In addition, I'll be donating money to the following charity: <a href="https://www.rainn.org/" target="_blank">RAINN</a>, (the rape, abuse, and incest national network-rated the nation's largest anti-sexual assault organization). </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-47313399469251953882014-09-03T18:15:00.002-07:002014-09-03T18:15:25.684-07:00Anti Princess: The Sequel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since I did the first Anti Princess illustration, I've been itching to make another one. This one is obviously based on Snow White and the seven dwarves, though things have changed a teeny bit. This one, like my other one with The Little Mermaid, is inspired by the unrealistic ideas that movies (Disney particularly) give little girls about adult life and responsibility. Here Snow White is troubled and deals with the feeling of being trapped. The purple guys represent all of those troubles. For me, I was having a particularly rough time caring for my dad when I drafted this up. </div>
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Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-41491922766407431502014-08-10T18:23:00.001-07:002014-08-10T18:23:35.588-07:00Some Strange Woodland Creatures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So, my best friend's dad tells the best stories. Made up stories. Bizarre, strange, fascinating stories. He'll make them up on the spot. When I was a kid, I didn't quite know how to react to them. He would talk about talking crows and people inside light bulbs... His birthday is coming up and my best friend wanted me to illustrate a few of his most recent ideas. My favorite is Reginald Rat at the bottom there. I hope he likes 'em! Enjoy!</div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-21303498293819578562014-08-08T08:24:00.005-07:002014-08-08T08:28:55.819-07:00Why I Chose Teaching<div class="p1">
Sometimes I write things down. Below is my statement of purpose for a program I'm applying to:</div>
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I can recall painting a picture for a book report on Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets when I was 12. I used the watercolor I got for christmas from my uncle that year. I was surprised how easily the paint did what I wanted it to do. Up until that point I had only really used pencils in my little purple sketchbook. I enjoyed being in my little art space; a walk-in closet my mother and I cleared out. I managed to finish just in time for bed before my favorite Fleetwood Mac CD repeated for the 5th time. With excitement I scooted down the hall to seek my mother’s opinion; she was a successful artist and designer, though sadly a few years shy of having a mental breakdown. To my delight, she said “you’ve got the eye sweetie”. That was one of the first moments that I knew for sure I wanted to be an artist one day. </div>
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Fast forward 5 years. Almost 18, I was enrolled in as many art classes as my high school would allow. It was the make or break moment. I had a deadline to apply to one of the top art schools in the country:Rhode Island School of Design. I couldn’t take any more nights at home without dinner; or the yelling, or taking care of my sick mother. To me, RISD was my ticket to freedom. </div>
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The art room was one of the only places I felt comfortable and safe. I felt like a kid instead of a parent. My art teacher came to my easel often to check on my progress. Ms. L was not only my art teacher, but my mentor and inspiration. Ms. L wasn’t unrealistic. She knew that getting into RISD was no easy feat, so she pushed me to my limits. In fact, she went above and beyond “the call of duty”; taking me to gallery openings, signing me up for competitions, and getting my work in the local newspaper. In April of that year I got my acceptance letter to RISD and a generous scholarship to boot. In my gratefulness I made a cake that spelled out RISD to break the good news to Ms. L the next day. Not only was she absolutely proud, but excited for me, and before I graduated, Ms. L and my other teachers surprised me with supplies for my first year at RISD. Their package had everything; paints, books, charcoal, erasers, chisels, gift cards. You name it and it was there. There were so many that I still have some left over to this day! It was the most generous thing anybody had every done for me. The world looked bright and new.</div>
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Two years ago, after I discovered my mother killed herself, something began to change in me. It took a few months to realize: I had been living in a way that I thought would make everyone but myself happy, and happiness equated to large paychecks, and high profile, impressive jobs. I was so proud to have snagged one of those very jobs that I couldn’t notice how miserable I really was. I was designing and illustrating art for children’s guitars and instruments, but every day a little more of my heart was not in it. It’s what I had majored in at RISD. I was “successful”- making loads of money. But I hated it; where had my love for art gone? When I saw the ad for the teaching position I have now, I was hesitant to take the leap, but I took a chance and within my first week teaching there I was hooked. I haven’t looked back.</div>
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So, my contribution to art education will be a simple one; to care as deeply and unselfishly as Ms. L cared for me. To go above and beyond my job description. To take my life experiences and turn them into positivity for my students. To make art approachable, but respected. To engage them in conversation and discussion that stays with them for years to come. To show them how to exercise their creative brain muscles, and passion in their hearts. I will teach them about art and life. As one of the greatest art teachers of America, Robert Henri once said “Art is the giving by each man of his evidence to the world. Those who wish to give, love to give, discover the pleasure of giving. Those who give are tremendously strong”. I plan to give it all I’ve got.</div>
Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-55598731506969007912014-07-02T12:57:00.001-07:002014-07-02T12:58:07.690-07:00Baby Emma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This is a portrait I just finished for an old classmate of mine from high school. She has this ADORABLE baby named Emma, and upon seeing some of my other fun portrait commissions she asked if I could do one for her! Of course I said yes, because who could say no to a face like this?! We came up with the concept that Emma is having a tea party with all her favorite stuffed friends. I hope it'll be a special picture that makes her smile throughout the upcoming years. </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-23869796653030737012014-05-14T18:35:00.001-07:002014-05-14T18:35:12.530-07:00The Visitors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
When Bryan and I were in the Dominican for our honeymoon, there were these tiny black, little, iridescent birds EVERYWHERE. I wanted to make a scene where there was a little girl next to these giant, strange birds where you're not quite sure what their game plan is. I like to think maybe they're her special protectors from all things bad. I sketched it out while sitting on the beach sipping on some strange drink with bananas and Baileys (still can't replicate it). It started out a very bright and optimistic scene, but as I got going, it took a night-timey turn. This one will be in the show at PeaceLove Studios May 22nd! It's for a good cause, so if you're in the area swing by! </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-73715916663424050932014-05-07T18:18:00.001-07:002014-05-07T18:18:24.987-07:00The Anti Princess Part II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I'm reverting to my no pupils phase! This is my first real WIP (work in progress) entry. I started this piece YEARS ago. My original intent was to collage different clippings of classic fairy tale coloring books into a strange new scene. In the end, I just ended up painting over everything and redrawing more grotesque things on top. She's supposed to be a nod toward Ariel from The Little Mermaid surrounded by her "thingamobobs"; a strange combo of dead, creepy things like skulls and moths- but also sweet and colorful things like ice cream! </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-72543496992020234422014-04-17T18:18:00.002-07:002014-04-17T18:18:59.597-07:00The Anti Princess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I started this a while ago right before my mom died. The plan was to collage all these coloring book elements, and slowly transform them into a more wonky, macabre scene. I wanted the viewer to feel like it's a Disney scene gone wrong. Now I'm in the process of the transformation! I miss collage- I may do more of it (with my own drawings) in the future. Anyway, I may show this at the PeaceLove show, but not sure yet! </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-7112586444747234972014-04-02T17:04:00.004-07:002014-04-02T17:05:03.748-07:00Cats Snooze, We Read<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So, this is a color study for a bigger piece. It is an illustration of a fond memory; my mom reading me bedtime stories before she got sick. I took some artistic liberties here to make the scene warm and cozy. The cats were certainly there, however there would have been about three more... and we would have been on a deflating water bed and my mom would have had been smoking a cigarette with an over flowing ash tray nearby. Despite these little things, it's a good memory so I wanted to illustrate it as such. </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-34634762454742717582014-04-01T18:02:00.000-07:002014-04-01T18:02:00.717-07:00Let's Be Serious<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Alright folks, I'm gonna cut through the BS and get real serious. Ready? Sure, this illustration is about my favorite dead cat from when I was little- but it's really a lot more. Who's the dead cat you ask? My mom. Why am I burying her in the backyard with a shovel. Well, let's say this is a step in trying to "put to rest" all of my unresolved feelings about her death. You'll also note the little red birdie in the corner. That's the sign of my most favorite person in the world; my Nanny. Last night I found this forum filled with hundreds of stories of how other people lost their moms to suicide. This illustration can't begin to exhibit what I feel everyday, but it's a start. This one will also be at the PeaceLove show May 22nd. </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-87857428959548722192014-03-26T18:47:00.002-07:002014-03-26T18:47:48.430-07:00The Saddest Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This is a color study for my next piece. I used Parrish again for inspiration. That guy is amazing. I saw his work in person last summer- his colors are phenomenal. Anyway, I digress. There's a larger story behind this one that has to do with a very special cat named Rebel. I'll save that story for when the piece is fully finished in a few days. </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-31417130502162797782014-03-23T18:38:00.007-07:002014-03-23T18:38:54.476-07:00Sassy Cassie Finished!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I really enjoyed this one. I'm pretty sure I'm finished. I may do a little fine tuning before I send it on off to her lovely parents, but for the sake of sharing it, I'll say it's done. My favorite part of it? Trying to replicate the titles of Cassie's favorite books in like 3 millimeter spaces, ha. I'd love to hear your thoughts- I know this is a happier direction than most of my work, but I really enjoy how using happy colors affects my mood! Who knew?</div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-18342969355360756222014-03-19T18:45:00.001-07:002014-03-19T18:45:47.025-07:00Okay, Don't Freak Out...But this is an illustration of me burying my cat as a kid. Listen, yes it's weird, but like I said, I had a lot of cats growing up. I got to thinking about the house I grew up in and the new people who live in it now. We buried SO many of our deceased pets (of which there were many) in the backyard. I feel bad for them if they ever go digging.<br />
Anyway, I never had to bury a cat alone, but my very first encounter with loss was my beloved black cat Rebel. I guess this would represent a lot of different things; not just that initial loss, but the many that have followed. This will be another one for the PeaceLove show.<br />
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Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-585136473324873702014-03-18T17:59:00.002-07:002014-03-18T18:01:12.909-07:00A Nice One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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This memory in particular is a good one. I particularly like illustrating my own memories because it helps me reinterpret them and reflect on them. When I was very young, before my mother got sick, we would read together in my parent's giant water bed! We had MANY cats, and they would cuddle up to us. My favorite book is one I still have today. It's a very colorful children's version of the Brother's Grimm stories. There are a few that I would ask her to reread a lot because I especially enjoyed the pictures. It seems while someone is alive, you're quick to remember all the ways they've wronged you. It isn't until they're really gone that you let those things go and the good things creep on back. I'm just sorry I didn't remember them sooner.</div>
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This is the initial inking- I'll be coloring it shortly.</div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-39210011583225922262014-03-12T18:40:00.001-07:002014-03-12T18:40:27.834-07:00Sassy Cassie Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Miss Cassie gets a little color! After this digital color, I'll do some traditional stuff with paint and colored pencil on wood where it will gain a little more texture and character. So far I'm pretty pleased with how this is coming out. I looked at a lot of Maxfield Parrish for inspiration on this one. </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-27582861739263120432014-03-10T14:55:00.001-07:002014-03-10T14:55:11.935-07:00Sassy Cassie Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
There was once a little girl named Cassie who loved to read. She read so many books that her mom and dad thought that I should make an illustration of it! Her mom is a lovely lady that I worked with right out of RISD. When I was a newbie at Sin Desserts she taught me everything she knew. I was very excited to get this project because 1. This is a great family, and 2. Their daughter is the CUTEST. She proved to be perfect inspiration for a piece of this nature. </div>
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This is part one of my process for the illustration. I've just drawn and inked this baby, and will be bringing color into it next; lots of happy colors...going for the feel of a spring day or maybe dusk (when the lightning bugs come out)? I'm still looking to add a couple more fantastical elements. I'm all ears for suggestions! </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-46121775226117697062014-03-02T10:56:00.004-08:002014-03-02T10:56:39.532-08:00At the Beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Our heads are full of memories. Sometimes an idea for an illustration pops into my head and I have to do it. I stayed up pretty late to finish this one up. It's nostalgic and slightly melancholy. My best friend and I used to take baths together as kids (shut up, you know your parents made you do the same). Throughout the years our relationship has transformed, and I have no doubt it will continue to do so. We can usually pick up right where we left off. With each new adult thing life throws at us we're tested pretty harshly. The older I get, the more I realize I need the people I knew when I was younger. </div>
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This little boy is Edgar. He's sort of a misfit, and seeks comfort in the company of birds like crows and ravens. I think there is a series of events that shape who we become. I like to imagine that Poe was a sweet soul who suffered much and became a deeply talented, but dark person. This is his first great loss; the loss of his best bird friend. Naturally, the hole in the floorboards is a nod to one of his most well known stories. </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-7630594501581073212014-02-20T09:28:00.001-08:002014-02-20T09:28:12.028-08:00Pimp Some Poe<a href="http://omniarthouse.com/" target="_blank">Omni Art House</a> is at it again! They're having a show in April called "Pimp My Poe" and surprise, surprise, I was really into it. SO, this is my first sketch for the 4"x6". I'm calling it "The Great Loss", or something like that. I wanted to create a window into his childhood that may have created the person he became. So, I imagined that he had a little raven friend that died. It's a simple idea, but hopefully interesting. Also, I love illustrating Edward Gorey-esque creepy children. Stay tuned for the progress! Thanks for looking!<br />
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Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-47658152383080004732014-02-19T18:28:00.005-08:002014-02-19T18:28:55.087-08:00Monkeys in Love!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I LOVE getting commissioned to do work like this. A couple of lovelies I grew up with just got hitched. The hubby asked me to do a portrait of them in my style! If you're an artist, you know how amazingly freeing that is. I cannot thank him enough for entrusting me with such a special project. It's a big compliment for someone to ask for something that you <i>like</i> to do. THANK YOU. If I could do more stuff like this, I'd be a happy lady. </div>
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-58094421741046623202014-02-14T16:17:00.001-08:002014-02-14T16:17:15.590-08:00Portrait + Lego = I, Lego I wanted to snap a photo before I shipped this baby off to the Omni Art House for exhibition in their I, Lego show this coming March. This is it in it's absolute final stage! If you like it, visit <a href="http://omniarthouse.com/" target="_blank">Omni Art House gallery online</a> and you can purchase the original!<br />
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<br />Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-69029686517176297322014-02-07T13:27:00.002-08:002014-02-07T13:28:54.305-08:00Hot Damn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<span style="text-align: left;">Thanks to </span><a href="http://allicoate.com/" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">Alli Coate</a><span style="text-align: left;"> I'm able to show you this BEAUTIFUL photo of my board. I couldn't quite do it justice like this! So here it is! If you want to buy it, come to the PeaceLove opening February 13th from 7-10! All proceeds go to a GREAT cause. Thanks for takin' a peek! </span></div>
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Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-23068734677559686882014-02-06T14:57:00.006-08:002014-02-06T14:57:38.270-08:00I, Lego Pre-LegoAlmost done! This is the final step before I add the lego element. I'll be adding a cool "wall" of legos to box this foxy lady in. This was mixed media...used a little digital, then traditional ink and colored pencil. Thanks for checkin' her out!<br />
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Ashley MacLurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640012167026061277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075349460276832252.post-2988075908045056482014-02-04T15:22:00.004-08:002014-02-04T15:22:53.638-08:00Progress!I'm beginning to color my I, Lego drawing digitally- then I'm going to take the same route I did for the PeaceLove skateboard deck. I'll use these colors as a guide, and traditionally paint and sculpt on top! Woo Wee!<br />
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