Location: United States
"I dream, therefore, I am"
"I create art because I must.
It is a necessary extension of my life.
It identifies and substantiates my existence.
It is my profile and my legacy.
I want to intrigue and entertain.
I want to initiate wonder and questions.
I want to communicate my thoughts, dreams and desires.
Most of all, I want to be!"
Ione’s art has shown nationally since 1998 when, after years of world travel, a successful television, radio, theatre and film career in the performing arts, she decided to focus her richly diverse talents on the visual arts.
Ione’s artistic expression, creativity, and passion for communication have resulted in numerous awards for her painting, sculpture, mixed media, and assemblage. Her work has also been featured in several important publications.
Ione maintains an extensive exhibition schedule in juried, non-juried, and invitational arts venues.
Ione is an avant garde artist whose artistic expression takes fantastic shape through her diverse oil and watercolor paintings, bronze sculptures,
found object collages and mixed media assemblages. Her
paintings and sculptures range from abstract to realistic to impressionistic all visionary interpretations from her imaginative soul.
Ione uses only one name but a variety of styles to soothe her wild imagination. A native of Chicago, she is a former television star and commercial voice-over artist. Now she wins awards and sells her creativity through her hands instead of through her larynx. Her art is as original as she is - bold, colorful and highly decorative.
Abstraction is the clearest artistic expression of my inner experiences.
34" high x 24" wide, acrylic on canvas
50" high x 40" wide
acrylic on wood diptych
50" high x 40" wide
acrylic on wood diptych
50" high x 40" wide
acrylic on wood diptych
50" high x 40" wide
acrylic on wood diptych
50" high x 40" wide
acrylic on wood diptych
50" high x 40" wide
acrylic on wood diptych
36" high x 36" wide
enamel on steel
36" high x 36" wide
enamel on steel
22" high x 24" wide
enamel on steel
36" high x 36" wide
oil on steel
36" high x 36" wide
oil on steel
36" high x 36" wide
oil on steel
36" high x 36" wide
oil on steel
Gimme A Hand" - "Abstractions" Captures 20th Century Art Movements" - Eye on Art - Grunion Gazette - May 13, 2010:
Second-place winter "Gimme a Hand" by Ione Citrin is a beautifully created painting of oil on steel. Illustrating both artistic prowess and street-culture sensibility, Citrin's painting is fun, edgy, thoughtful and thought provoking. By embracing a graffiti-like style, is Citrin perpetuating the rapid growth of street art or forcing us to recognize its inevitable place as the next level of abstraction in art history?
36" high x 36" wide
enamel on steel
Idols are symbols of a particular culture and idealogy. They are meant to be easily recognizable and associated with a particular group of people. They have a specific reaction, depending on the audience, and will arouse emotions according to the viewer's sensibility.
Idols, or icons, to me, are very stimulating to my imagination, and, therefore, easy for me to interpret in my various art projects. here is one on galvanized steel strictly out of my imagination.
36" high x 36" wide
enamel on steel
I was enthused! I just had to do something with this metal! So, I contacted a metal fabrication place and discovered that "spangled" or "florintined" steel is not an uncommon product. I immediately purchased a small sample of this galvanized steel and painted on it. Abstract impressions seemed to work best on the simplicity and strength of the support.
I then ordered a number of galvanized steel pans 36"h x 36"w with a 4" lip all round. Then a carpenter fashioned a wooden frame within the back of each pan, so that a cord could be placed for easy wall hanging.
Now my background was ready for my brain-waves, and "wave" they did! I plunged in and began painting. And, "voila" my metal series evolved.
26" high x 36" wide
oil on canvas
26" high x 36" wide
oil on canvas
26" high x 36" wide
oil on canvas
26" high x 36" wide
oil on canvas
26" high x 36" wide
oil on canvas
"I believe that all leaves, even grasses and mosses, acquire brighter colors just before their fall. When you come to observe faithfully the changes of each humblest plant, you find that each has, sooner or later, its peculiar autumnal tint." -- Henry David Thoreau
26" high x 36" wide
watercolor and collage
LIMITED EDITION giclee prints available from Ione Citrin.
19" circle
watercolor
16" circle
acrylic on canvas
36" circle
original acrylic on canvas diptych
20" high x 20" wide
mixed media
16" circle
acrylic on canvas Sunset abstract painting - original acrylic on canvas
"Sunset" - Night falls and the mystery of the dark begins.
16" circle
acrylic on canvas
36" circle
acrylic on steel
36" circle
acrylic on canvas
25" circular diptych
enamel on wood
11" high x 14" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas
11" high x 14" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas
21" high x 24" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas
"Volunteers" - An abstract of men volunteering for President Obama's new projects.
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
62" high x 28" wide
mixed media wall sculpture
48" high x 24" wide
mixed media
"The Factory" and "The Site" - Were once bustling places, full of men and women working at a furious pace. Then hard economic times hit, and now they are shuttered. Closed tight. No more.
Where are all the people? Where is the noise of machinery humming, voices yelling above the sounds of heavy equipment and all the other signs of life at the factory? All gone.
The surrounding town is completely depressed. Half her citizens have left to look for work and the other half are too old or too young to leave. Eventually the town will become a ghost town, but right now it's still struggling along at a death's pace.
"The Factory" and "The Site" represent all that is left of a past that was full of hope and promise. They now stand as tribute to the greed that exists in the economic world whose "near-death" depressions ruin many lives, many towns, many "factories".
23" high x 23" wide x 5" deep
mixed media
30" high x 96" wide
mixed media wall sculpture
"Stellar Abstraction" - Wanting to celebrate the New Year (2012) in style, I thought I'd create something really unusual. The left, full image shows what came out of my imagination. I hired a carpenter to build the support following a sketch I made for him. Then the support was struggled into my studio. I didn't realize how big 96" really is until it lay stretched out before me. The next months were spent on hands and knees designing and implementing my ideas. I used oil paint, and the small square diagonal centerpiece is made from scrap metal. Above right photo shows a detail of the centerpiece...
40" high x 30" wide
abstract wall sculpture
36" high x 18" wide
mixed media
36" high x 18" wide
mixed media
36" high x 18" wide
mixed media
36" high x 18" wide
acrylic & brass on canvas
24" high x 22" wide
collage
22" high x 24" wide
collage
30" high x 40" wide
oil on canvas
28" oval
oil on canvas
40" high x 50" wide
abstract wall sculpture
The night was black, the air cold, the surroundings uninviting. A shiver went through those who were out paroling the city streets and those who had bedded down on the sidewalks.
"How to navigate through the darkness," was a thought Aaron had as he looked for some friendly bench to spend the night. "That would make a good how-to book", his mind was drifting, tired from too much of everything. "Ah, that one looks cozy", and he struggled to a bus stop with a canopy over it. "Just in case of rain, I got cover", he muttered.
The bench was cold and hard, but it was a place to rest his body for a while. He curled up and immediately went into an exhausted sleep with vibrant dreams. His mother, Ethel, appeared chastising him for one thing and another, she faded away and his boss and fellow workers appeared snubbing him as he walked by.
The dream went on and on, finally blurring into nothingness. He wished he could stay in the "nothingness" zone, but morning came and he was awakened by the increased traffic on the street and people conversing by the bus stop. "O.K." he muttered, getting to his feet for another day of wandering the desert of the city streets.
16" high x 12" wide
enamel on canvas
29" high x 24" wide
acrylic on paper
30" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
30" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
36" high x 36" wide
acrylic 6 panels
"Tree of Life" - The "Tree of Life" is an endless succession of the human family. We all began in the trees in Africa, evolving and multiplying throughout the years to become the cantankerous trillions of scrambling human beings, still killing each other out of greed and power. Each little flower represents someone in the human diaspora. Maybe you can recognize someone from your family?
16" high x 24" wide
watercolor on paper
46" high x 36" wide
acrylic on canvas
46" high x 36" wide
acrylic
34" high x 24" wide
acrylic on canvas
I had a disturbing dream where I was on a mountain top with my family and we were trying to grab the strings of the balloons which were floating above our heads. We wanted to get off the mountain top and we knew if we could grab onto the balloon strings they would take us to safety. They were all around us, but we couldn't quite grab their strings. Try as we might, we just couldn't connect. I don't know if we ever got off the mountain top, 'cause the alarm rang and I woke up.
46" high x 36" wide
acrylic on canvas
16" high x 12" wide
oil on paper
40" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
23" high x 15" wide
watercolor
16" high x 12" wide
oil on paper
30" high x 24" wide
acrylic on paper
26" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
30" high x 40" wide
oil on paper
14" high x 16" wide
watercolor on paper
20" high x 14" wide
watercolor
"Waterfall" - He died. He told me he didn't want a funeral. He thought funerals were "stupid" and expensive. He wanted me to take his ashes to Hawaii and scatter them in the ocean off one of the beautiful beaches; any one I chose. He loved the beaches in Hawaii. I had all good intentions of carrying out his final wishes, but when the time came, I didn't have the mental stability to make the necessary arrangements.
So, instead of a long flight to a deserted beach, I went into the woods where we used to hike and pick flowers. I walked to the waterfall we loved to look at and listen to. As I walked I felt his steps by mine. I heard his breath in my thoughts. I saw his smiling face. His ashes rustled in the box I carried under my arm. I climbed to the top of the waterfall.
"Johnny, I love you. I'll always love you. You will live in my heart and dreams for the rest of my life. I want to be with you always."
I held the box of ashes in my hands and jumped.
28" high x 18" wide
oil on canvas
28" high x 20" wide
enamel on wood
50" x 50"
oil on board
"Apocalypse" - What could be more definitive than the destruction, material and intangible, that war and aggression causes?
"Apocalypse" shows a particular battlefield, no winners, no losers, just unrecognizable remains.
That usually is the outcome of all wars.
15" high x 10" wide
acrylic on canvas
The last miserably hot days of summer hung in the air causing a warm glow on everything. The CTA bus was sweltering with its overload of passengers. Lannie hung on to the pole, squeezed between Chicago's humanity. She caught the time on a clock on the outside of a building. "Five minutes to go, and then I'm toast", she thought. Finally the bus came to her stop and she pushed her way through the crowd to the door.
She walked as quickly as her platform shoes allowed, through the crowded downtown blocks to her interview, held in one of the dilapidated buildings on the fringe of the shopping area. The elevator was as old as the building. It squeaked its way up to the top floor where the interview was being held.
The door squeaked open and the reception room was jam-packed with people all waiting their turn for the audition. Lannie became one of the many, and she held her place in between two enormous women. There was no air conditioning in this building. The windows were open, the fans were whirring, but it made no difference, it was hot and humid. She had no choice but to stay or leave. She hung in as long as she could, as the clock ticked off the hours.
Finally, her name was called, and she walked into the interview room with a brave smile to face "today's opportunity for fame and fortune". The faces of the people inside immediately turned into scowls. "You're a brunette", and another one, "we asked for under 30 for this role". "O.K." gottcha', Lannie smiled, twirling around on those high high heels and bravely walked back out the door, pushing her way through the reception room and out the door.
She paused in the hallway, pulled out her appointment book and found her next interview, "Way on the other side of town".
15" high x 10" wide
acrylic on canvas
16" high x 12" wide
watercolor on paper
"Water #1 & Water #2 - Water, for me, is a place to research. Primordial water is the birthplace of works of art. Everything originated from small organisms that float in the waters, which were once transformed, not only in our imagination, into fantastic beings, like seductive sirens. Tenuous forms come to life through light, and suggest shapes through their absence. Empty appearances should not scare us. They are full of life.
16" high x 12" wide
watercolor on paper
18" high x 16" wide
watercolor on paper
30" high x 20" wide
acrylic on canvas
40" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
30" high x 40" wide
acrylic on canvas
"Desert Sea" is a visionary rippling, stark landscape depicitng what our environment could become, should our water systems not be carefully shepherded for the use of future generations.
25" high x 21" wide
acrylic on canvas
16" high x 12" wide
oil on canvas
"Arabian Nights" - A fantasy abstract simulating a Middle Eastern Aura.
24" high x 36" wide
acrylic on canvas
"Outposts" - Represents the vast loneliness and harsh circumstances of being lost in an unfamiliar area. It could be a dream or even a reality. Being without direction in freezing weather is true hell. Have you ever been lost? I have, but I survived to tell this story and paint this picture. It is a painting about survival, no matter what. If I did it, you can do it too.
34" high x 25" wide
acrylic on wood
"A Rose Between the Thorns" - There is always something good to be found within a thorny situation. It might seem unlikely, but if you take time and have the patience and desire you can pick out the rose. Your fingers might get a little scratched, blood might even appear, but the rose is there and worth searching and finding.
46" high x 36" wide
acrylic on canvas
"Spin" - The invention was complete. Joel had been working on his creation for over a year, and now it was done! It was a giant spinning top, something every adult/child would want! Joel was convinced it would be grabbed up by every toy company in America, and then some. He was already counting his millions.
The huge toy was very precious to him, something he dreamt about when he was a boy. He never had a toy. He lived on a farm in a hardscrabble existence where toys were an unheard of luxury. So he dreamt about a toy to play with and he kept this dream until he was finally old enough to physically put together his "dream". Now that he had finished, he hit the remote button and "Spin" lit up, music played and it began spinning faster and faster until it was only a whir. Joel was ecstatic.
But after two hours it was still spinning, the remote didn't work, and he couldn't make it stop; didn't know how. He left it in the garage spinning away with the music blaring and fell asleep in the house. The next day it was still spinning and he didn't know quite what to do. He lived alone on the farm, so neighbors were miles away and the loud music didn't bother anyone. The cows and chickens didn't mind either. So he decided he'd just let the giant top just run its course.
Six months later the top was still turning, the music blaring. Two years later the same. This continued until Joel's hair was turning grey. By then he had lived with the machine and the noise for 20 years and had become used to it. He'd go out into the barn every day to check on it and dance a little to the music and then go do his chores. His precious toy was his only companion, and he let it do its "thing" until they both died at a very old age. When Joel took his last breath, so did the top. "C'est l'vie."
12" high x 16" wide
acrylic painting
"Blue Birds" - Angie and Max were on their annual migration south. They had been flying for many hours, and it was time to land and rest for the night before continuing on. Every year the trip got more difficult, but it was in their nature to migrate and they followed their instincts. The area they would settle in for the winter was warm and full of their food. Their friends would be there to visit and play with in the sunshine.
Their nature wouldn't let them stay in the cold north where they would surely die, so as soon as the temperature dropped they began their trip. Angie gave Max a good night peck and tucked her head into her wing. Sleep would restore them for tomorrow's long flight south.
My fault", "All my fault", and yet she decided what they had wasn't so bad. It satisfied their needs to a certain extent. When she wanted more and he couldn't give it, it became an impossible situation and the relationship ended. The drive home cleared her head. There was nothing else for her to do except continue her life and remember the good times she had with Jeff. Maybe she could find someone else to have these same good times? She didn't know but would try to find someone to share her life with. "Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow, I will make it happen...tomorrow is another day.
24" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas
"In The Beginning" - "What am I?" one little microbe said to the other.
"I dunno', what am I?"
"What are they?"
"Where are we?"
"Where do we go from here?"
Flash forward to present time.
"What am I?"
"I dunno', what am I?"
"What are they?"
"Where are we?"
"Where do we go from here?"
Things never change.
“Fish, Clams and Eels, Oh My! ”
22" x 28"
watercolor
"Fish, Clams and Eels, Oh My!" - They were all new hatchlings exploring the warm waters where they were spawned. They were enjoying their new life and exploring the strange wonderful world. Everything surprised them. Everything amazed them. When the little fish came upon a clam, the sight alarmed her and she bubbled, "Oh my!" When the Eel investigated the half-opened clam and the clam snapped shut, he said "Oh my!" and when the eel accidentally touched a jellyfish, he screeched "oh my!" It was an "oh my!" kinda' day in the undersea world off the Florida coast.
46" high x 46" wide
oil on wood
22 1/2" high x 24" wide
"Winter" - The winter set in with a fierce command. Everything was ice cold, gray, and slushy. The city was encased in a crust of uncomfortable weather. Even the birds and squirrels were not to be seen. This city, known for its cold weather, has outdone itself this season. The temperatures were the lowest in history. Industry was practically at a standstill. Mail was not delivered, transportation, deliveries, the customs of civilized life were frozen in time.
"When will it end?" everyone cried. No one knew. Not the weather forecasters, the scientists, the government, not even Susie's grandmother, (who knew everything). "We'll just have to sit this one out." Mrs. Murphy said in her rocking chair, and then repeated it because there was nothing else she could think of saying.
Rocky, the hound, hunkered down and refused to go out to do his "duty", so Susie got puppy training pads for him to do his business on so he wouldn't have to freeze his feet. "Last week I had to pour warm water on his paws to unstuck him", she said to the pet store owner. Mr. Gottchalk said, "I know everyone's havin' their troubles this year."
The days and weeks rolled by without change. "Soon spring'll come, then it'll get better", Grandma Murphy said, "Soon as spring comes, you'll see." But "spring" never came. Global freezing, instead of global warming, had finally set in.
30" x 20"
watercolor and gold foil on paper in gold frame
26" high x 36" wide
oil on canvas
"Galaxy #2" - A new galaxy discovered by Stephen Hawking in 2001. It is 100,000 light years away from earth, but does show vague signs of life. Our Space Dept. is currently running scans and other technical tests to decide if it would be worthwhile to send a robot to this planet for further examination. They are currently building and customizing a special robot for this purpose. It will be ready in 2012, and at that time further determination is necessary before a final lift off can be made. Stay tuned for more news.
18" high x 20" wide
oil on canvas
"Cosmos" - The earth is but a small speck within a galaxy of planets. Outside our galaxy there are millions of galaxies with their own planets. It's hard to visualize and understand this concept, but it does exist. Scientists have visual proof, robots have been sent to Mars, men have been sent to the moon, and it's just a matter of time until we will go outside our Milky Way to discover what lies beyond. The opportunities are endless. The ideas abound. Within time we will find life on other planets. Just as we came to be that is how life exists outside our solar system. Exciting to contemplate.
I think a green galaxy would be cool. Possibly somewhere out in space far beyond our own galaxy a green one exists, then my painting "Cosmos" would be pertinent. Right now it is a piece of fiction in my imagination. I'll let you know when and if it is discovered with paintings of the actual galaxy.
23" high x 30" wide
watercolor
18" high x 14" wide
oil on canvas
"Rhythms" - I love music. All kinds. I love dance. Whenever I hear music with a strong beat, my feet start moving in time to the sounds. Rhythms "happened" when I was listening to soul music. The beat was there and my brush followed the thrust of the music. Music, visual art, dance; all the creative arts are interrelated. They all use the right side of the brain; the creative side. The left side of the brain governs the practical and theoretical thinkings. I was born with no left side to my brain, so I'm compelled to create.
The sun is an important entity in all my work, whether it be realistic or abstract. To me, the sun is the beginning of life, the beginning of everything, the center of reality, and appears regularly in many of my paintings. While this abstract, "Radiance", doesn't depict the sun exactly, it is an abstraction of the radiance the sun exudes.
"Succulents" - It is difficult to explain abstract art. It is so subjective. I didn't start out painting succulents, it just happened, and so like Darwin I found another species of succulents and so baptized them!
"SUCCULENTS" RECEIVES SPECIAL INTERNATIONAL RECOGNITION - Artist IONE CITRIN of LOS ANGELES, CA has received a Special Recognition Merit Award for artwork in the "12th Annual All Media Juried Online International Art Exhibition" hosted by Upstream People Gallery. The juror, Art Professor Bradshaw, states this about this specially recognized work:
"'IONE CITRIN of Los Angeles, California is a popular artist in the L.A. area and enjoys wide success with her works on canvas. In this show, her piece "Succulents" is very moving and uplifting with the clearly defined curvilinear patterning and the more amorphous and cool background.'"
The exhibition will be featured online during January 2010 at www.upstreampeoplegallery.com and continue for 12 months, closing December 31, 2010.
36" high x 24" wide
acrylic on canvas
"String of Pearls" - I came across a necklace in my drawer. The clasp had broken and they were swirled out in a fanciful design in the otherwise empty drawer. They reminded me of Stan, my first husband. He gave me a beautiful extra-long string of cultured pearls when we were first married. He put his grandmother's diamonds in the gold clasp. They are lovely, and I still highly treasure them. I don't wear them very much now, but when I do I always remember him. He died of cancer many years ago when he was only 48.
ione Citrin's work using mixed media creating assemblages and collages of an intricate and provoking nature.
40" high x 50" wide
mixed media on paper
24" high x 19" wide
mixed media on wood
LIMITED EDITION giclee prints available from Ione Citrin.
24" high x 16" wide
mixed media on paper
LIMITED EDITION giclee prints available from Ione Citrin.
20" high x 16" wide
mixed media on paper
LIMITED EDITION giclee prints available from Ione Citrin.
71" high x 54" wide x 11" deep
mixed media
"The Old Gang" - Started with an old pallett found in an alley. Immediately drawn to the depressions in the pallette, I decided to fill them with funny faces of different men. I started with one, then thought of another type of person, and then another.
Then I realized these guys were home boys, all growing up in a particular neighborhood, going to the same schools, and so kept their little clique together throughout their lives.
42" high x 37" wide x 37" deep
mixed media sculpture
"M'Lady" started out as a paper mache figure wantonly sitting in an art supply store begging for attention. An imaginative artist saw her, and somehow related to her. An instant purchase brought her back to the artist's studio where she came to life and realized her full potential.
You see, the artist supported herself with the "easy dollar", i.e. the money she received for her favors from her various lovers. And so in response to her current life, she began to work on the torso. First she cut a big cavern in the abdomen area, leaving a piece of the paper mache like a runway into the figure's body. Then she began to decorate the body, with bangles representing flashy jewelry, her nightly armor. On the piece laying in the foreground she put a large amount of bills representing the money she earns.
Then, because this life was a self-enforced "jail sentence", I built a steel cage and set her in it. There is a little door with a little padlock on it. It is practically invisible, and she is too large and unwieldy to get through it. So she is forever "trapped".
She represents the women I have known who lead trapped lives. Women who prefer to stay in an unhappy situation rather than brave the world and change their current situation. What kind of woman are you?
40" x 30"
mixed media
Cover - Art Calendar, December 2002 issue
23" high x 16" wide
mixed media
"Glass Pinata" - A mixed media piece housed in a plexiglass box frame consisting of 90% colored glass pieces arranged on hand made paper depicting a central flower surrounded by petals.
16" high x 24" wide
mixed media on wood
36" high x 18" wide
mixed media
36" high x 18" wide
mixed media assemblage
36" high x 36" wide
mixed media in plexiglass
"Shell of Treasure" - Walking along the lovely Santa Monica beach I find wonderful shells, fish skeletons, lost jewelry, and all the sundry "washed-up", dried up and left-over's of life on the beach. These are truly little treasures and I cannot resist picking them up and storing them in my studio. One day I looked at my "stash" and realized I should do something with my loot, so I created "Shell of Treasure" made from the sands of the Santa Monica Beach/Pacific Ocean.
40" high x 30" wide
mixed media assemblage
48" high x 24" wide
mixed media
Were once bustling places, full of men and women working at a furious pace. Then hard economic times hit, and now they are shuttered. Closed tight. No more.
Where are all the people? Where is the noise of machinery humming, voices yelling above the sounds of heavy equipment and all the other signs of life at the factory? All gone.
The surrounding town is completely depressed. Half her citizens have left to look for work and the other half are too old or too young to leave. Eventually the town will become a ghost town, but right now it's still struggling along at a death's pace.
"The Factory" and "The Site" represent all that is left of a past that was full of hope and promise. They now stand as tribute to the greed that exists in the economic world whose "near-death" depressions ruin many lives, many towns, many "factories".
17" high x 17" wide
mixed media
17" high x 17" wide
mixed media
17" high x 17" wide
mixed media
17" high x 17" wide
mixed media
17" high x 17" wide
mixed media
40" high x 30" wide
pastel on paper
24" high x 18" wide
pastel
22" high x 16" wide
mixed media
22" high x 16" wide
mixed media
16" high x 16" wide
mixed media
30" high x 20" wide
mixed media on paper
30" high x 24" wide
mixed media on paper
50" high x 40" wide
paper sculpture in plexiglass box
Ra the sungod, an ancient idol is an award winner too. Honorable Mention & Showcase Awards were given by North Light Cover Contest, Manhattan Arts & Entertainment Magazine - 7th Annual Competition, and the Sacramento Fine Arts Center.
LIMITED EDITION giclee prints available from Ione Citrin.
50" x 50" Diamond
mixed media in plexiglass box
"The Midwife" - A surreal African midwife and all the births she administered during her long career - an award winner! 1st prize in the "Black History Month" art exhibition at the Second City Council, Long Beach, CA February 2002.
"Manhattan Arts International" Showcase Award, "Herstory" juried competition, New York, NY
This is done in a large diamond shaped plexiglass box frame.
31" high x 23 1/2" wide
mixed media
36" circle
mixed media
25" circle with tail
mixed media
The medicine chest represents the secret of illness I kept from my family and the world...
Many years ago I had a terrible infection and had to be put on a "pic" line and injected with antibiotics. I was very very sick, but refused to tell anyone about my ordeal. I've lived with a "superwoman" complex my entire life and refuse to show weakness.
When I was cured I noticed I still had a supply of injection needles/pipes and other medical paraphernalia associated with my illness. I also had this strange skull within my repertoire of assemblage junk in my studio. I was inspired to put them all together and create this piece titled "Medicine Chest".
24" high x 28" wide x 8" deep
mixed media
30" high x 40" wide
mixed media in shadow box
30" high x 40" wide
mixed media
30" high x 20" wide
mixed media
"Spectrum" - A collage representing man through the ages. The nude man reflects some of his inside organs representing his vulnerability. He is holding on to a Gucci watch; marking time. The coliseum to the right of him is still standing, the rock star to the upper left of him is probably dead from an overdose of drugs. Notice he is positioned in front of Las Vegas, where he did his last gig. The native woman dancing underneath him is in the throes of a ritualistic dance. There are skulls of her ancestors underneath her feet. A conglomeration representing various facets of modern man.
24" high x 36" wide
mixed media in plexiglass box
"Ramses" - This piece is a finalist in the experimental category, 2001 Annual Art Exhibition - The Artist's Magazine. It depicts an Egyptian mummy in front of his dreams.
18 1/2" high x 14" wide
wood carving
36" high x 36" wide
mixed media
"Mommie Dearest" - The cruel mother, stiff, unrelenting, unloving, making her innocent daughter cry and cry and cry. Unfortunately women who are not mentally equipped to love and cherish their offspring have children who are subjected to their mother's damaging attitudes.
14 1/2" high"x 17 3/4" wide
mixed media
"Where is Auntie 'Em?" - Auntie 'Em had a problem. She had a hard life. She didn't finish school, never worked, never married, didn't socialize much, but she did have one close friend; Alcohol. She was never without her bottle. It was always by her side, drying her hard luck tears, warming her cold heart, and never complaining. What a great friend! Whenever we couldn't locate Auntie 'Em, we'd just look around the house on all the floors, underneath or behind the furniture, and eventually she'd show up. I decided to do this collage in her honor.
28" high x 22" wide
wood carving
14" high x 10" wide
mixed media on paper
16" high x 12" wide
mixed media in plexiglass
21" high x 21" wide x 9" deep
mixed media wall sculpture
21" high x 23" wide x 9" deep
mixed media
wall sculpture
40" high x 30" wide
mixed media
26" high x 20" wide
mixed media diptych
38" high x 31" wide x 8" deep
mixed media
"Yes It Is Me" - She had been wandering through the forest for days, her body energized by her desire to find "Him". She didn't really know what "He" looked like, but she felt that when she did come upon "Him", she would immediately be thunderstruck with recognition.
Her thoughts were a conglomoration of colors and voices from the past. She saw the disgruntled looks, the whispers, the shut doors, felt the sting of hands slapping and pinching her and it all compiled into one horrible nightmare. When she could no longer bear the visions she decided to look for her savior in the forest preserve.
"He will help. He will know what to do. He won't disappoint me", she muttered. Then a vision appeared in the sky. The black clouds parted and a face faded in and out. She knew it was "Him". She had found "Him"! She began to jump up and down and wildly wave her arms. Then she screamed "Yes, it is me!.........Here I am. Please help me!"
Hours later she was still screaming and waving her arms wildly when the police came and gently put her in their car to be transported to a mental hospital.
18 1/2" high"x 18" wide
mixed media
"The Idols" - These came about from a Styrofoam packing container which looked to me, in my "mind's eye", like little primitive dolls. I cut them out and decorated them with various pieces of broken jewelry and found objects and them placed them on a place mat and then a support board.
While I'm not driven to pray and genuflect in front of them, I do think they'd make a decorative addition to a room.
40" high x 30" wide
mixed media
"Witch Doctor" was created in honor of Halloween. She was created from an assortment of found objects, i.e., twigs, straw, human hair, peacock feathers, carpet scraps, animal skeletons, paper, dried flowers, dried vegetation, copper tape, agates, feathered bird eggs, old jewelry, small metal animals, etc.
You see, I keep a large assortment of junk in my studio and when I get inspired, I pull everything out, making a huge mess, and start putting stuff together until it starts to form something recognizable. It usually starts with my attraction to an individual object, which starts me assembling around that object into the final piece.
Witch Doctors specialized in curing people with laughter and curiosity. "Happy Halloween"!
24" high x 19" wide
mixed media
50" high x 50" wide
mixed media on wood
40" high x 50" wide
mixed media on canvas
"Shahrzad" - A lovely mid-eastern woman daydreams in her garden window. This piece won a Gold Medal in the Amsterdam Art, "Nielson Bainbridge" competition.
Shahrzad mixed media on canvas
"Shahrzad" was motivated by my intense love of beauty, and a beautiful woman dressed up is extremely decorative. It was easy to create. I have a big imagination and a studio harboring a huge supply of paper scraps and junk in general. I began "Shahrzad" with the face. I photocopied and enlarged the face of a lovely model pictured in a fashion magazine. Then I painted the hair with thick acrylic paint. The rest of her evolved as all my works do, with "trial and error, cut and paste, and do it over and over with something else".
Her breasts are covered with bubble wrap, there are clips from an Arabic newspaper in the window, her body is painted in acrylic, and the rest are bits and pieces of paper gleaned from magazines/newspapers/books, etc. cut and pasted on the large surface of the painting.
It took many months of gestation, and then finally, "Shahrzad" was born.
I show her in various art shows and galleries and in 1999 she won the $3,000 "Nielson Bainbridge Gold Medal" - Mixed Media Category, Judged by Roy De Forest, San Francisco, CA
14" high x 16" wide
mixed media on paper
50" high x 40" wide
mixed media in shadow box
"Impossible Dream" - is every female (or male) artist's artful daydream. The handsome model comes to life, takes her into his arms and sweeps her into his magical world of romance; only to return as the image on the canvas, never to materialize again. She diligently finishes the portrait, hoping he would materialize again, but it never happens. As time goes on, she is satisfied to gaze at her painting remembering her imaginary encounter. She never sells it.
24" high x 48" wide
mixed media
20" high x 17" wide
mixed media
"Prophecy" - "They" didn't realize that "It" had finally happened. Their elders had predicted this event generations ago. The tribe had songs and dances telling of the explosion of the mountain and all the ensuing tragedies. Every year they would pray and think about making certain preparations in case this happened; but they never did. They really didn't know how, and had such a difficult life providing for themselves and their families, that anything extra for something so far fetched seemed a waste of good time. So they lived their daily lives...birthing, dying, laughing, crying, and looking with wonder at the huge mountain towering off in the distance. Every sundown and every morning at sunrise they would honor their gods with prayer, and always within the prayers were chants to save them from the evil volcano.
This afternoon, hell opened up and the devil finally got his way. The volcano erupted and a huge spew of flame and ash began to cover their beloved island. They ran, they knew not where, frantically searching for some safe place. However, there was no "safe place" on this island. Some fell, exhausted, and waited for death. Others became delirious running in circles. It was just a matter of time until the flames and molten lava would cover them and their island. The prophecy of their ancestors was finally coming true. All were doomed.
What they didn't know was that their small disaster was just a minute example of what the entire world was simultaneously experiencing. Just as predicted, "The button" had been pressed and life on this planet would never be the same. The volcanic eruption was only one small disaster in this tiny area of the world. The rest of earth was convulsing, erupting and collapsing from within. People all over the earth were scrambling to safety. The world was in chaos. The prophets were true. Unfortunately.
40" high x 30" wide
mixed media
"Funky Monkey" - A dancer doin' the "Funky Monkey". "Funky Monkey" started with the background. I came across this black paper tapestry in a flea market, and instantly was drawn to it. From the background, the piece sprang to life with the African figure leaping in time to distant drums. I love to peruse flea markets, resale shops, hardware stores and the like. This is where I get a lot of my ideas for my mixed media work.
20" high x 16" wide
mixed media framed in plexiglass
34" high x 20" wide x 28" deep
mixed media sculpture
"African Queen" - She was discovered by Dr. Anthony Requiem in 1950 in Ghana. He was on an expedition to find a lost tribe of albino natives who kept themselves hidden because of their unusual skin color. He never found this tribe, but did discover this idol. He immediately recognized that this was an important artifact and brought it back to London, England where it was immediately sold at auction. Now available to you, "THE AFRICAN QUEEN".
29" high x 24 1/2" wide x 36" deep
mixed media sculpture
"Rudy The Robot" - New inventions were constantly appearing on the consumer market. Esther was a "gadget freak"
Her house was filled with the latest appliances, all very expensive, and all very wonderful. Then, one day when fidgeting around on the internet, Esther saw a website for "home robots". A robot that would do simple tasks upon command. "What a joy!" Esther thought. "How fun!" Immediately she sent away for the top of the line, "Rudy the Robot". When the huge crate arrived and was opened, she was surprised. She didn't realize how big the robot would be. He filled her small living room. His presence was "magnetic".
Esther immediately began fiddling with the controls, making the robot do little simple things; like, open the front door, shut the window, pull the drapes. Everything he did made her squeal with joy. He was so simple to operate. He did everything so perfectly! Eventually she had him doing chores around the house, like washing the dishes, making the bed, vacuuming. She couldn't believe it. When she first got him and told her friends about her "find", they thought she was nuts, so as time went on and the robot began doing more and more things for her, she stopped talking about him.
She loved making new demands on him. He never failed to do as he was ordered. Esther got to the point where she started talking to him. He would just stand there, his lights blinking, waiting for a command from the control panel. Then one lonely night she approached him and gave him a kiss on his cold metal dial. Even though he didn't and couldn't respond, she was in love with him. He was the perfect roommate, the perfect companion, never demanding and doing all her bidding without hesitation.
She began to scour the internet to see if there was an "advanced" version of Rudy, something not quite "so mechanical". She faithfully searched on a monthly basis knowing that technology would advance to the creation of a more "human-like" robot. As they came out on the market she kept getting updated versions of "Rudy the Robot". With each new "Rudy", she discovered he was able to do more and more "stuff" around the house. One time much to her delight he made her an egg. "Sunnyside up and perfect." That night she directed him to stand by her bed. His presence was comforting. As she drifted off to sleep she thought, "Maybe something softer; with hair and muscles".
49 1/2" high x 24" wide x 14 1/2" deep
mixed media assemblage sculpture
"Tree Sa" - About five years ago I noticed a large 3 ft. doll in the window of a Rite-Aid Store. It was being offered for $10 on an after-Xmas special sale. I couldn't resist. I bought the doll, not really knowing what I was going to do with her, and brought her to my studio. She was placed standing in a special area where she wouldn't get damaged and for all this time we've been staring at each other.
Finally, I had an urge to do something with her. I picked her up and brought her to a long table. She had an adorable dress on, shoes, pigtails with bows and eyes that opened and closed. I first undressed her, carefully saving her clothes for a future creation, and laid her down on my table. She looked human. She looked at me. I looked at her. Neither of us spoke.
Then I got a weird idea. I would open her up and put another sculpture within her abdominal area; like a fetus. I tried cutting through the plastic to no avail. This idea wouldn't work.
So, I stood her up, glued her joints so she was stationary, and began positioning different paper and scrap on her body to find something that "felt good" to me. Then I eyed some palm fronds which had also been sitting in my studio for a long time. I found these fronds in the street one day. Coming from Chicago where there are no palm trees, I didn't know what they were, but thought they were "interesting", so I added them to the rest of the "junk" in my studio. I tried these fronds against her, and it clicked. It looked good.
Now I knew I was going to make her into a tree. I glued the fronds all over her body, put leaves in her hair, glued a bird on her head and I was "in business". Now I will present her in my repertoire and hope a "savvy" collector falls in love with her the way I have.
20" high x 39" wide x 25" deep
mixed media
"Anita Ekbird" - Hello. My name is Anita. Anita Ekbird. Years ago in the 1950's I was a famous movie star. My name then was Anita Ekberg. I looked different then than I do now. I had long blond hair, big breasts, and I must say I turned heads whenever I strolled around. I appeared in many movies here in the U.S. and Europe, and was considered "hot" for the times.
When I died I was reincarnated as this lovely bird. I always believed in reincarnation, but didn't know exactly how it worked. I still don't. All I know is I shut my eyes and when I opened them again everything was different. I couldn't imagine what had happened to me. I thought I had some strange disease. I stumbled toward a mirror, and there was this strange creature. Ye gads!
Needless to say it took me many years to accept myself as I am today, and to learn to live with my new body. My mind didn't change, just my appearance. I had to learn to walk, talk, eat and interact with all the regular human beings who now stare at me with curiosity and fear. I make the best of it. C'est la vie.
ione Citrin's library of still life works are diverse and eclectic. Explore her paintings on many subjects and interests in oil, acrylic and watercolors.
21" high x 17" wide
watercolor and collage
21" high x 24" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
15" high x 26" wide
oil on canvas
"The Wine Tasting" - I love wine. I love the look, feel and taste of wine. I love to hold a wine glass half full with wine. Yes, my wine glass might be half full or half empty, either way it's a pleasure.
20" high x 14" wide
pastel
I'm from Chicago and had never seen Northern California until 1984. When I finally got there I was amazed at the beauty of the region and how different it looked from Southern California. This beauty stayed in my mind until I was able to translate it with my pastels into this painting. No need to travel the world for gorgeous scenery, it's right here in the U.S.
25" high x 15" wide
oil on canvas
"Swirl of Roses" - I've never outgrown my childhood habit of looking up into the sky and imagining forms and shapes in the clouds. A "Swirl of Roses" was one of those moments. A beautiful day with soft puffy clouds and a big imagination. A perfect recipe for dreaming up "stuff" for my art work. That's how "Swirl of Roses" evolved.
My family always remarks that my "head is in the clouds", and will occasionally say, "come down to earth"; but if I did, then I wouldn't be able to create! My best ideas come as I stumble through life imagining shapes in the sky, the landscape, etc. Everything looks like something else to me. In my art studio I recreate (with embellishment) my various memories.
25" high x 20" wide
pastel
"Romantic Repast" - To me there is nothing more romantic than food and candles. Or, flowers and candles. Or, just candles! Candles make everything look dreamy. I arranged this ordinary pile of fruit and put a couple of candles behind it, lowered the light, improvised some leaves in the darkness behind it, and, "voila", a "Romantic Repast" was created!
14 1/2" high x 10 3/4" wide
watercolor on paper
"Squabble" - Harold and Imelda were just not getting along anymore. Particularly in the morning. Every little thing would set one of them off. Neither would relent, doing so would relinquish power and they both needed to "save face". So, the morning squabbles continued until they eventually tired and had breakfast. The meal of grubs was delicious to them and seemed to calm the atmosphere between them. Food is a great pacifier; that's why there's so many overweight birds in the colony.
14 1/2" high x 10 3/4" wide
watercolor on paper
"Breakfast" - Every morning promptly at dawn Selma would head out and hunt for her chick's breakfast. Fortunately they were not picky eaters, so just about anything she fed them was immediately gulped down with much commotion for more. They were growing larger every day, their demands for bigger meals were vociferous. Like the good mother she was, she would just shrug her wings, squeak "C'est la vie" and head out for more grub for her babies
25" high x 20" wide
pastel
"Crystal" - I have a beautiful crystal vase near a window. Sometimes the light shows through it and it is quite beautiful. I captured this "happening", but added a white dove to further romanticize the piece. I still have the vase, but the bird never materialized other than in my imagination.
13 1/2" high x 19 1/2" wide
watercolor
"Shrooms" - Shrooms are wonderful little edibles that grow in dark shady places in the forest. They should be hand-picked and delicately handled. They make a wonderful accompaniment to a main course, a marvelous taste sensation worked into a recipe or a delicious side course all by themselves.
Some of them are poisonous, and some contain magical properties, which, when consumed cause delightful delusions of the mind, or in some cases, death. When walking through a forest, search for them, and if you don't have a handy forest, go to your nearest grocery store where you will find them in the produce section. (It's easier to find them in a grocery store, but it's sexier to find them in a forest.)
22" high x 30" wide
watercolor
"Fowl Play" - I love to eat roast goose at holiday time. I also love pate de foie gras, or chopped goose liver. I really like looking at geese too, but most of all, I love an occasional "goose". Look at the oil painting, "Dark Eyes", in the Still Life Gallery, thereÕs a nice goose in there too. Honk, honk!
28" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas
"Pink Loveseat" - I always dreamt of living high in the sky in a penthouse exquisitely decorated with lovely art and a pink loveseat. Maybe if I start selling some of my art this might become a reality.
36" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas
"Everlasting" - Why do real flowers have to die so soon? They are so beautiful, whether in a garden, field, forest or vase. I was surprised and honored to have this arrangement delivered to my hotel room when I was in Positano, Italy. I immediately put it in this little window and snapped a picture to remember this occasion. Then, to really make them live "forever", I painted this picture. Now, I'll never forget the memory of their breathtaking beauty or my wonderful trip.
36" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas
"Black Tie Affair" - When my daughter married many photographs were taken during the wedding and reception. This is one as they danced alone sharing their private thoughts. It has a special place in my home and the setting inspired me to do this painting.
40" high x 30" wide
oil on canvas
Who is the lovely young woman in the portrait? Why is the picture slanted and surrounded by flowing drapery? The porcelain sculpture of the goose looks brand new. But this place has been deserted for years! The adjoining window opens onto an elaborate landscape. But the whole room is completely dust and dirt free. Wouldn't the wind blow leaves and dust and dirt into the room? I'll leave you to figure it out, in the meantime, enjoy "Dark Eyes", a painting out of my deep mysterious mind, created for no rhyme or reason other than my love of painting.
26" high x 38" wide
oil on canvas
"Memories" - This was my grandmother's dresser top in her bedroom. It is exactly as I remember it. The beautiful painting she cherished, the small dainty bust of a girl, the candy dish, and the lighted candle, (which she claimed lulled her to sleep). I did this painting reminiscent of her and the wonderful years I had with her. I don't know where these artifacts are anymore, but they are clearly in my mind and imagination. So, I pay homage to my "Memories" with my grandmother.
46" high x 36" wide
acrylic on canvas
This is a small section of the library in my studio. It is full of books on art. The history of art, pictures of various paintings, sculptures, collages, assemblages, installations, etc., as well as biographies of famous artists and their individual struggles to become recognized. There are "how to" books on every creative endeavor, books on the business side of art, art organizations, just about everything and anything that has to do with that elusive subject "art". I haven't read any of them. I mean to, I'm just too busy creating my own art to take the time to read them. Maybe one day I will. In the meantime I did this painting about all my books.
34" high x 24" wide
acrylic on canvas
I had a disturbing dream where I was on a mountain top with my family and we were trying to grab the strings of the balloons which were floating above our heads. We wanted to get off the mountain top and we knew if we could grab onto the balloon strings they would take us to safety. They were all around us, but we couldn't quite grab their strings. Try as we might, we just couldn't connect. I don't know if we ever got off the mountain top, 'cause the alarm rang and I woke up.
20" high x 30" wide
oil on canvas
"My Cockatoo" - Yes, this is "my cockatoo", literally and figuratively. It is a beautiful porcelain cockatoo perched on a gold stand. The bird overlooks a lovely arrangement of hand made silk flowers. They both sit on a glass coffee table in front of one of my many paintings. A couch. Now you know what a section of my living room looks like! I enjoy this setting so much, that I thought I'd go ahead and do a painting of it.
28" high x 22" wide
acrylic on canvas
"The Penthouse" - The penthouse was dark and quiet. The breeze softly blew through the open balcony doors. He lay in wait for her. "She should be home by now", he thought. He looked at his watch. "Time's a wasting", he muttered.
Then, he heard laughter in the hallway. The front door banged open. Voices, giggles, short silences. She was not alone. She had brought someone home with her! "Oh God", he breathed and hunkered down behind an overstuffed sofa.
He lay there all night listening to the lovemaking. When the air was finally silent he slowly rose from behind the sofa and tip-toed out the door. "They never knew", he thought. He wedged his gun further into his holster, "But there's another time, isn't there?"
28" high x 22" wide
oil on canvas
"Decanters" - Three very old decanters within a French winery. The Citrine Winery. No, I don't own it, nor am I related in any way, other than I love their wine. The last name is almost the same, I spell mine without an "e" at the end, but that was what attracted me to the place. Driving the old roads of the wine country in France, we whizzed by and saw the name. Deciding to go in and have a taste or two, we were enthralled and have been addicted to this wine ever since.
18" high x 24" wide
watercolor and collage
"Purple Pansies" - A collage of painted tissue paper. A fun project. I painted whole pieces of tissue paper, crinkled them up, tore them up, then arranged them on a support, and voila! "Purple Pansies" was born.
28" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas
"Irises" - I often say that I've never met a plant I didn't like. For many reasons, florals and foliage are one of my favorite subjects to paint. There's no end to the inspiration I get from visiting local gardens or tending my own little patch of earth.
At the mere hint of spring I'm out there almost hourly with excruciating anticipation, trying to steal a glimpse of the first buds to emerge. I can imagine that Georgia O'Keefe shares this obsession when painting her intimate portraits of flowers. There are whole worlds inside them if you look closely enough.
24" high x 28" wide
oil on canvas
It was my first trip to Paris, France. The first night of arrival, I was so "fired up" with excitement and anticipation, I couldn't sleep. Waltzing around the hotel room, I looked upon the sparkling crystal vase of roses in front of the moody Parisian street scene. "Voila", it was a perfect set for a painting. I whipped out my trusty paints and brushes and worked until dawn. Even though I was exhausted for the first day of touring, I'm not regretful as I have this wonderful souvenir of my visit to this marvelous city.
27" high x 32" wide
oil on canvas
My husband is a romantic, passionate man. Every holiday, anniversary, birthday, and sometimes just because it's a sunny day out, he sends me flowers. "Bodacious Blooms" is just one of the many thoughtful sentiments I've received over the years. The beauty of the flowers and the personality of the gift giver spurs me on to paint this oil painting with the hopes that it gives your eyes as much pleasure as it did mine.
24" high x 20 1/2" wide
oil on canvas
The silk scarf was carelessly thrown across the chair. The elaborate arrangement of flowers, wilting by the minute, next to it. Dawn entering through the window. Everything beautiful, peaceful. None of this spoke of the tragedy which occurred in this very room. The tragedy of lost love and lost lives. One could only imagine what had occurred.
Trudy was the only one who knew, and this would be her inheritance. Yes, the gossip in the neighborhood was plentiful. The streets reeked of the tale of lost lives and disappointment. Each neighbor had a different interpretation of the family who lived here and what actually happened. No one knew the real truth. Trudy knew, but she wasn't talking. Her memories gagged and suffocated her, but she would never spill.
She softly walked to the front door of the house, not wanting to visit her past any more than necessary. The past would disintegrate as time went on, but would the horrible realization of what she had done to bring about this disaster ever vanish?
40" high x 30" wide
oil on canvas
"The Window" - Every morning at exactly the same time the policeman would see the window open on the top floor of the ancient building. A lovely vase of flowers would be placed in the open window. He could smell the fragrance of the flowers from the street. It was mostly deserted except for vagrants and one or two welfare renters.
In its heyday it was an exclusive residential apartment building filled with the hoi toi of the town. Today the area was a slum and the building was falling apart. The policeman couldn't figure out how the woman could afford the fancy flowers. "She probably stole them from yards in another neighborhood." He said to himself.
He was very curious about the window, the woman and the flowers. He would wander around the various floors of the building, but couldn't locate the exact apartment, nor could he find anyone who knew of a woman who put fresh flowers out on the window sill. After a while he let it rest, and just watched from the street. Within a few months, the window stopped opening, and, therefore, the flowers stopped coming. It was a secret the building and the neighborhood held. The policeman was an "outsider" and didn't know all the details. "One day, sometime "
The next month the building was demolished. While walking another post in a different neighborhood the cop saw another window opening high in another ancient decaying flea trap. He saw the same set of female arms situating a big vase of bright flowers on the sill and then disappear! He hurried across the street, but again couldn't gain access to the hallways or anyone who knew anything. "I guess it's just going to be my secret", he said to himself, once again, and continued watching the daily ritual of the flowers in the window. With every new post he was assigned to, the same event would happen in a different building. He got used to it, and actually looked forward to seeing it happen at exactly the same time every day. He even went there on his days off, and it would happen again. He would chuckle; shake his head and walk away, feeling that it was his secret and something special for him. He never forgot, nor did he share his experiences with anyone. It was something all his own to figure out.
30" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas
"Belle Bouquet" - A sumptuous arrangement of flowers in a glass vase.
30" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas
"Bridal Bouquet" - The guests left, the house was quiet and Georgia was left alone. The bouquet was just one of the remnants of the occasion. The others lay strewn around the dining room. When she told everyone that Jack had "bowed out" of the wedding, her family and friends fell quiet. Then, Georgia came up with a brilliant conclusion, "Let's party! Screw Jack!"
They all whooped and fell on the food and drink. The band played and everyone ate and danced themselves silly. Now they were gone and the reality of the occasion set in. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. She fell on the sofa and immediately went into a deep, drunken sleep. That was her wedding that never was.
20" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
36" high x 36" wide
acrylic 6 panels
40" high x 30" wide
acrylic on board
"Bouquet Tropical" - A gorgeous arrangement of tropical flowers.
28" high x 28" wide
watercolor
"Floral Fantasy" - A watercolor of delicate flowers in a circular composition.
36" high x 18" wide
acrylic on canvas
"Lady of the FLowers" - A fountain carved in stone shows a young woman sitting at the edge of a pool. Sumptuous flowers are in the vase.
24" high x 48" wide
triptych, oil on canvas
40" high x 30" wide
oil on canvas
26" high x 22" wide
acrylic on paper
framed in gold leaf
32" high x 28" wide
pastel on paper
Visiting the various gardens of beautiful Lompoc, California, my imagination leapt forward and I dreamt the flowers took on human shapes and clothing. This is one of the apparitions I saw in my dream. They were all little people, midget sized, and their clothes were adorable children's clothes. The whole dream was made up of these flower children playing in their garden.
26" high x 20" wide
pastel on paper
18" high x 24" wide
watercolor on paper
My grandmother did this needlepoint purse and slippers many years ago. I saved them, and decided to paint them. I hope you like this as well as I do. It reminds me of past times.
30" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
While visiting Holland last year I purchased some Delft pieces. This shoe was one of them. I filled them with flowers, and had to paint this immediately!
24" high x 28" wide
pastel on paper
Dad's old high top, long discarded, becomes the subject of another painting.
11" high x 14" wide
pastel
I have two kittens. Each one is cuter than the other. They are brothers and do everything together. I caught them one morning huddled next to my husband's work shoes and made a quick sketch to remind me of the situation so I could repeat it with pastels on paper. Their names are Shu Shu and Precious.
11" high x 14" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas
11" high x 14" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas
21" high x 24" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
21" high x 17" wide
watercolor and collage
ione Citrin has created many intriguing sculptures from her vivid imagination. From traditional bronze to mixed media, ione creates these 3 dimensional pieces.
17 1/2" high x 8" wide x 6" deep
bronze sculpture
Hunter left home for the "Great Beyond/The Land of Milk & Honey", otherwise known as Hollywood, when she was only 17. She wanted to be in the movies, she wanted to be a star, she wanted fame and fortune, she wanted to be recognized as a great beauty and a marvelous talent. She got as far as the chorus line in a Las Vegas review called "Dominatrix". But Hunter was thrilled to get this gig.
She wasn't a great dancer, but somehow made it through the auditions to be a line dancer in a show with an unlimited run in Las Vegas. Her dream was to dance the lead role in the show. She never made the leading role, but stuck it out in the chorus, learning a lot from her experiences in "Vegas".
When the review ended she went back to Hollywood; she got a waitress job in a local coffee shop and joined the ranks of the "hopefuls" in their quest for anything that would bring them into "movieland" and all the goodies that went with it. Did she succeed? That's for you to decide.
17 1/2" high x 9" wide x 4" deep
bronze sculpture
The Newlyweds sit on the steps of their first house, completely in love, deliriously happy with the news of their quintuplets soon to be born. The husband sits behind his blooming wife, holding her protectively, while the wife sits resting against his strong chest, completely secure. A picture of security/happiness/expectation and plans for their future.
24 1/2" high x 7" wide x 11 1/2" deep
bronze sculpture
Arola was selected from the group of maidens for this special duty. To go to the top of the mountain and release the bird of freedom. This act symbolized the ending of a long bitter war with a neighboring tribe. This honorable gesture was bestowed upon an exceptional maiden, who the tribal leaders felt was an example of perfect womanhood, possessing beauty, intelligence, kindness and respect for her elders.
Arola followed all the directions her mighty chief gave her perfectly, and after the bird left her hands and flew off into the sunset, she called out to her personal god and guided her horse off the cliff to sanctify the ceremony.
18" high x 7" wide x 18" deep
bronze sculpture
"Antar" - Antar was a great stallion. He was wild, in a band of horses running through the mountains of Lebanon. Omar would see him from time to time near the boundaries of his father's ranch. He was fascinated by this unusually handsome horse. Gazing at the horse from afar Omar hoped in some way he could catch him, tame him and keep him. He knew this was wishful thinking, but he never forgot his "dream horse".
I was contacted by Omar to do a bronze sculpture of Antar to memorialize him for all eternity. We spoke at great length about this horse, until I felt confidant enough to begin the portrait sculpture. Even though the horse was never captured, Omar wanted him done with an Arabic saddle and fittings. It took me over a year to finalize the piece, and much to my great joy, my client was delighted. It now holds a position of honor in his new American home, and gives him an opportunity to tell the story of this beautiful horse and his ranch to all his visitors.
11" high x 12" wide x 5" deep
bronze sculpture
15" high x 12" wide x 4" deep
bronze sculpture
18 1/2" high x 13" wide x 18" deep
bronze and quartz crystal sculpture
22" high x 12" wide x 12" deep
bronze on lucite
23" high x 15" wide x 13" deep
bronze sculpture
A sophisticated beautiful woman regards her surroundings. Notice the rose corsage on her shoulder and the elaborate earrings and necklace set.
"The Rose" - Rose appeared like a dream at the debutante ball. She was a picture of perfection in every way. Her hair was just "so", her make-up had been professionally done, and she was wearing an original designer gown. All the boys were lined up anxiously waiting for her to glance at any one of them so they could sign her dance card. The music began and the couples began drifting towards the dance floor. Rose couldn't make up her mind, who to select for the first dance.
Then off in the distance an alarm bell rang. It got louder and louder and the ballroom faded from her "mind's eye". The dance music was replaced by her mother's voice shouting, "Get up, you'll be late for school". "Oh, well" she thought, "Tonight I can find out who took the first dance."
18" high x 12" wide x 10" deep
bronze sculpture
22" high x 13" wide x 17" deep
bronze sculpture
An exotic female with an elaborate hairdo kisses her pet hummingbird.
The Kiss, bronze sculpture
"The Kiss" - Larissa went into her garden every day to water the plants and feed the birds. There was a family of hummingbirds nesting in the roof of her house, and they were always eagerly feeding on her roses. She visited the garden at the same time, and always with bird food, so the hummingbirds got quite used to her. They would fly around pecking at her long hair, and sometimes resting for a few rare moments on her shoulders. One day she put some seeds in her mouth and one of them came up and picked it out from her lips. This sculpture memorializes this rare event.
28" high x 27" wide x 6" deep
bronze sculpture
A nude female and her trained stallion jump rope.
23" high x 24" wide x 10" deep
bronze on marble sculpture
A wonderful bust of a horse whose forelock and mane are all flowers.
Seabiscuit, bronze and marble sculpture
"Seabiscuit" - A wonderful bust of a horse whose forelock and mane are all flowers.
20" high x 13" wide x 6" deep
bronze sculpture on marble
A romantic female warrior caught in her own web of intrigue.
16" high x 8" wide x 9" deep
bronze sculpture
Portrait Commissions Available
Herb, bronze sculpture
"Herb" - Portraits are a meaningful exercise for me as a visual artist. I try not only to replicate the human being exactly as he/she is at that specific point in time, but I also try to capture his/her essence, his/her spirit, his/her aura, and how these affect me. Naturally I can only do a portrait of someone whose presence moves me. I do not have to "love" my model; I just have to have a strong reaction to his/her image and personality.
A strong reaction from the artist will affect the outcome of the piece. It is impossible to get these "vibes" from a photograph. The painting will be stiff and not life-like. However, occasionally I have done a portrait of an individual I've casually set my eyes upon, had a strong reaction to his/her image, and took a picture. I immediately set forth upon replicating the person's image, so that my memory and reaction is fresh and exciting, and I do have the photograph to refer to. All portraits are the artist's interpretation of the individual. The person trusts the artist's rendering will be complimentary and evoke his/her presence.
I enjoy doing portraits. They are demanding, exacting, and time consuming; yet rewarding at completion.
29" high x 24 1/2" wide x 36" deep
mixed media sculpture
"Rudy The Robot" - New inventions were constantly appearing on the consumer market. Esther was a "gadget freak"
Her house was filled with the latest appliances, all very expensive, and all very wonderful. Then, one day when fidgeting around on the internet, Esther saw a website for "home robots". A robot that would do simple tasks upon command. "What a joy!" Esther thought. "How fun!" Immediately she sent away for the top of the line, "Rudy the Robot". When the huge crate arrived and was opened, she was surprised. She didn't realize how big the robot would be. He filled her small living room. His presence was "magnetic".
Esther immediately began fiddling with the controls, making the robot do little simple things; like, open the front door, shut the window, pull the drapes. Everything he did made her squeal with joy. He was so simple to operate. He did everything so perfectly! Eventually she had him doing chores around the house, like washing the dishes, making the bed, vacuuming. She couldn't believe it. When she first got him and told her friends about her "find", they thought she was nuts, so as time went on and the robot began doing more and more things for her, she stopped talking about him.
She loved making new demands on him. He never failed to do as he was ordered. Esther got to the point where she started talking to him. He would just stand there, his lights blinking, waiting for a command from the control panel. Then one lonely night she approached him and gave him a kiss on his cold metal dial. Even though he didn't and couldn't respond, she was in love with him. He was the perfect roommate, the perfect companion, never demanding and doing all her bidding without hesitation.
She began to scour the internet to see if there was an "advanced" version of Rudy, something not quite "so mechanical". She faithfully searched on a monthly basis knowing that technology would advance to the creation of a more "human-like" robot. As they came out on the market she kept getting updated versions of "Rudy the Robot". With each new "Rudy", she discovered he was able to do more and more "stuff" around the house. One time much to her delight he made her an egg. "Sunnyside up and perfect." That night she directed him to stand by her bed. His presence was comforting. As she drifted off to sleep she thought, "Maybe something softer; with hair and muscles".
56" high x 36" wide x 36" deep
assemblage - mixed media
40" high x 38" wide x 42" deep
mixed media sculpture
14" high x 13" wide x 23" deep
mixed media sculpture
42" high x 37" wide x 37" deep
mixed media sculpture
"M'Lady" started out as a paper mache figure wantonly sitting in an art supply store begging for attention. An imaginative artist saw her, and somehow related to her. An instant purchase brought her back to the artist's studio where she came to life and realized her full potential.
You see, the artist supported herself with the "easy dollar", i.e. the money she received for her favors from her various lovers. And so in response to her current life, she began to work on the torso. First she cut a big cavern in the abdomen area, leaving a piece of the paper mache like a runway into the figure's body. Then she began to decorate the body, with bangles representing flashy jewelry, her nightly armor. On the piece laying in the foreground she put a large amount of bills representing the money she earns.
Then, because this life was a self-enforced "jail sentence", I built a steel cage and set her in it. There is a little door with a little padlock on it. It is practically invisible, and she is too large and unwieldy to get through it. So she is forever "trapped".
She represents the women I have known who lead trapped lives. Women who prefer to stay in an unhappy situation rather than brave the world and change their current situation. What kind of woman are you?
24" high x 21" wide x 19" deep
mixed media sculpture
34" high x 20" wide x 28" deep
She was discovered by Dr. Anthony Requiem in 1950 in Ghana. He was on an expedition to find a lost tribe of albino natives who kept themselves hidden because of their unusual skin color. He never found this tribe, but did discover this idol. He immediately recognized that this was an important artifact and brought it back to London, England where it was immediately sold at auction. Now available to you, "THE AFRICAN QUEEN".
71" high x 54" wide x 11" deep
mixed media sculpture
Started with an old pallett found in an alley. Immediately drawn to the depressions in the pallette, I decided to fill them with funny faces of different men. I started with one, then thought of another type of person, and then another.
Then I realized these guys were home boys, all growing up in a particular neighborhood, going to the same schools, and so kept their little clique together throughout their lives.
49 1/2" high x 24" wide x 14 1/2" deep
mixed media assemblage sculpture
About five years ago I noticed a large 3 ft. doll in the window of a Rite-Aid Store. It was being offered for $10 on an after-Xmas special sale. I couldn't resist. I bought the doll, not really knowing what I was going to do with her, and brought her to my studio. She was placed standing in a special area where she wouldn't get damaged and for all this time we've been staring at each other.
Finally, I had an urge to do something with her. I picked her up and brought her to a long table. She had an adorable dress on, shoes, pigtails with bows and eyes that opened and closed. I first undressed her, carefully saving her clothes for a future creation, and laid her down on my table. She looked human. She looked at me. I looked at her. Neither of us spoke.
Then I got a weird idea. I would open her up and put another sculpture within her abdominal area; like a fetus. I tried cutting through the plastic to no avail. This idea wouldn't work.
So, I stood her up, glued her joints so she was stationary, and began positioning different paper and scrap on her body to find something that "felt good" to me. Then I eyed some palm fronds which had also been sitting in my studio for a long time. I found these fronds in the street one day. Coming from Chicago where there are no palm trees, I didn't know what they were, but thought they were "interesting", so I added them to the rest of the "junk" in my studio. I tried these fronds against her, and it clicked. It looked good.
Now I knew I was going to make her into a tree. I glued the fronds all over her body, put leaves in her hair, glued a bird on her head and I was "in business". Now I will present her in my repertoire and hope a "savvy" collector falls in love with her the way I have.
ione Citrin's works in this series include tropical, forest, waterfalls, cityscapes, city and urban scenes in several medium formats.
22 1/2" high x 30" wide
watercolor
At night these bushes come alive and run around the park getting their exercise, feeding on butterflies and trying to mate with each other. I know this because I like to come here after dark and watch them. I climb out of the window from my mental hospital and run a couple of miles to get to this wonderful park to play with these special animal/bushes. If you'd like to join me it's on the Yellow Brick Road two stops past the candy shop. I'm there every night. Why not come and play with me?
20" x 40"
watercolor
It was just a little house high on a hill that had been deserted a long time ago. The weeds had overtaken the garden and climbed all over the outside of the house; probably on the inside as well. It held a fascination for her. Every year she would come to this area, first with her parents, then with her girlfriends, then with her husband, then with her husband and children, and now, once again, alone.
She always walked from her cabin, miles away, to see if the house was still there and had it changed? It was a fascination for her. She saw the house change along with her life. Everything grew old and shabby without care and maintenance. The house was a perfect example of the changes of life. Marcy never tried to make contact with what the inside held. She was a little timid, and now that so much time had passed and it was so obviously deserted, she figured it would be O.K. to try to open the door and see what the insides looked like.
She trudged up the hill. The windows were so filthy she couldn't see anything inside. She walked slowly around and around the house; walked to the front door, tried the handle, but just couldn't bring herself to push and open. With a sigh she stepped back and whispered, "let it be", and turned away. Next year she would return, and again come to this area, "just to see if it was still there".
20" x 40"
watercolor
"Flying Carpets" - I've traveled all over the Middle East and North Africa, but never did I come across a carnival. When dreaming up another painting, I thought, "How fun! Put together some of the vivid memories from my travels to these far away land and situate them in a 'fun fair' atmosphere!" That's how "Flying Carpets" developed. Look closely and you'll see camels instead of horses on the Merry-Go-Round, and other little ethnic inserts.
19" x 39"
acrylic
"Art in the Park" - What a wonderful experience to attend an open air art exhibition in a lovely park! I have attended many and exhibited in many, and always enjoyed the colorful interplay of artists, their creations and their audience.
There is always a feeling of excitement and anticipation, as people discover pieces they love, (or hate). You see hungry artists representing their hard work and talent, and the collectors that make or break them. The atmosphere is thick with emotion, "Will she buy that for her den?", "That will not work in my dining room, I need something with more blue." And so on and so forth.
The art and the people are great, and I sincerely recommend attending whatever outdoor art festivals/shows are in your bailiwick. I have some solo shows coming up in the near future, and I'd love to meet you at one of them if at all possible. These solo shows are listed below.
22 1/2" x 30"
watercolor
19" high x 30" wide
watercolor
23" high x 30" wide
watercolor
"Basquiat Lives" - Jean-Michael Basquiat (December 22, 1960 to August 12, 1988) was an American artist and the first artist of African descent to become an international art star. His career in art began as a graffiti artist in New York City, and in the 1980's he produced Neo-Expressionist paintings. Basquiat died due to a heroin overdose on August 12, 1988 at the age of 27. This painting was done in his honor and as an honor to all graffiti artists.
...Yes, I am Basquiat, alive in the imaginations and desires of artists all over the world who wish to express themselves on the sides of buildings, fences, bridges, and wherever else they can find a space for their ideas.
These people, like me, don't have the "wherewithal" to show their art in galleries, museums, art shows, etc. They are forced to take their paints and brushes and spray cans to the streets of the world. I had the amazing luck to be "discovered" by the art aficionados of New York City, and quickly became their "darling". I couldn't handle the situation, and fell victim to my own depression. I ended it all, and now my paintings sell for millions. Had I had enough foresight I could have funded my own art movement which would have enabled young visionaries a way to learn, develop and expose their ideas to an appreciative audience. Now, I visit these artisans in their dreams and thoughts, instilling the urge to create and exhibit their talents on the only canvases they have available to them.
23" x 30"
watercolor
"L.A. Freeway" - I had just driven in from Chicago on the #66 and got hit immediately with a throng of automobiles, trucks, motorcycles, and etc. all traveling as if mesmerized and driven by an invisible devil. They all seemed to know where they were going. I didn't. I was trying to find the hotel in Marina Del Rey where I had reserved a room. This was 26 years ago, and I'm still locked in traffic driving from one freeway to the next looking for the hotel in Marina Del Rey. I've gone from the 405 to the 210 to the 823 to the 0003 to the 120 to the 67 to the 5 to the 345 to the 760 to the 12 and covered every street in between. I can't seem to get off the freeways. I'm tired. HELP!
20" x 38"
watercolor
Janice stood on a precipice overlooking a field of constantly changing colors. At first she thought her eyes were deceiving her. Then she thought she had taken the wrong dose of daily prescription pills early this morning. Then she thought she was having a hallucination. She rubbed her eyes. "Nope, still there", she muttered. Then she sat down, all choked up with fear and watched the changing scene before her. Her eyes searched the surrounding bushes for strange demons, but everything was calm and serene. Not even a fly or mosquito to disturb the beautiful vision before her. It was too much for her to absorb. She got up and walked slowly home.
The next day, after a restless night of tossing and turning and strange dreams about flowers eating her legs off, she awoke. Over a lazy breakfast, she thought about what she had seen yesterday, and knew she had to revisit this amazing field to see if the changing colors were still happening.
She walked slowly to the same spot she stood before, and there it was. Today the colors were in pinks and lavenders. Nothing too bold or bright, soft pastels. She sat down in a patch of daisies and continued drinking in the strange sight. She decided to come back the next day with a camera to record and justify what she was looking at. But the next day the camera revealed a beautiful field of normal colors. She snapped pictures every half hour, but the film showed no color changes whatsoever. "What to do?", she muttered.
All summer she returned to see if this strange effect was still happening, and it did, every day. She decided not to tell anyone or bring anyone to this magical place for fear of being made fun of. She kept it to herself, and when the summer was over and she had to return to school in the city; she knew she would keep this secret forever in her heart.
18" high x 24" wide
watercolor
23" h x 38" w
watercolor
There they were, the "Forbidden Fruit" trees, just as described in his grandfather's will. John had been travelling for weeks, scouring the territory of his grandfather's ranch looking for these trees without luck. And then, suddenly, they seemed to appear out of nowhere. He had often told him about the treasures these fruit trees held. At first as a little boy, he was entranced with the tale, then as he got older he believed him more and more. When the grandfather died, he left his entire estate to various charities and nothing for the family. But John remembered the "Forbidden Fruit" trees and decided one summer to visit the area and search them out.
"There they are all right", he muttered to himself. He picked one up from the ground and cut it open. It was a strange looking fruit, like a cross between a grapefruit and an orange, and maybe another something, he thought. Then he bit into it, and suddenly the world changed into bazaar colors and sounds and rhythms. He fell onto the grass, delirious with strange and wonderful dreams. He was finally awakened with a gruff nudge. He opened his eyes to see a strange man standing above him. "You all right?" he said. "Yes, yes, I'm O.K." and he struggled to his feet, groggy and stiff but otherwise in good shape. "I guess I ate something that didn't agree with me", he said, brushing his clothes off. "Thank you, for helping me". John took one last look at the trees before grabbing his backpack and walking away. His grandfather had played one last joke on him. "I guess I deserved it", he thought resolving not to tell anyone in the family what had happened to him.
20" high x 40" wide
watercolor
There it was, just as expected and advertised; the monthly farmer's market where all the growers in the area brought their "harvest best" in hopes of a sell out. This is just a small portion of the market. It goes on for blocks and blocks with more unusual produce than you'll find in your supermarket. The fruit and vegetables are freshly picked and harvested and grown without pesticides. They are delicious and so healthy for you! Also the prices are wonderfully cheap. What could be better? Every month on the beach between Heaven and Hell you'll find them. Trust me; it's worth looking for and driving to.
23" h x 38" w
watercolor
'Twas opening day at the new aquarium. The doors were pulled open at exactly 10:00 A.M., and the crowd of lookie-loo's swarmed in. It was a varied assortment of people exactly like the assortment of fish in the huge tanks. The people looked at the fish and the fish looked back. Each species of life trying to figure out the other. Each colorful, each trying to communicate within their own species, each trying to live. "Do you know that my science teacher told me that we evolved from these fish?" The little boy said to his mother.
"No kidding!" the mother replied.
"Oh, I think I see one that looks just like Grandma Pearl." And so the day went.
22" high x 30" wide
watercolor
What could be better than a sunny day on the glorious beaches of Santa Monica, California? NOTHING! From all my glorious days on these beaches I was inspired to create this image which incorporates the fun, warmth and beauty I've enjoyed on the beautiful sands of Santa Monica. How lucky I am to have this in my world!
22" high x 30" wide
watercolor
Pink Sand Beach is located in the Valley of My Mind. It is a remote place I visit whenever I want to get away from the stress of everyday life. It is quiet, warm and calm; everything I need to adjust my attitude. I visit there for a few minutes every day. Sometimes more. I dream a bit, float along in the water, wash myself up on the beach, dry off in the sun and return to reality. Pink Sand Beach is a trip I'd recommend to everyone. It is there for all, in the recesses of your imagination; you just have to search it out.
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
32" high x 36" wide
crushed series
oil on canvas hexagon
46" x 36"
acrylic on canvas
Yes, this piece was stimulated by all the commotion over the death of Michael Jackson. I have never visited "Neverland", so I dreamt up what my "Neverland" would be...A fantasy world where everything is beautiful, everything is peaceful, everything is easy...you know, "Neverland". Like Michael Jackson we all search for our own "Neverland's", hopefully this oil painting will put you in a dreamland for a few moments where you can relax and find beauty and peace.
20" high x 14" wide
paste
I'm from Chicago and had never seen Northern California until 1984. When I finally got there I was amazed at the beauty of the region and how different it looked from Southern California. This beauty stayed in my mind until I was able to translate it with my pastels into this painting. No need to travel the world for gorgeous scenery, it's right here in the U.S.
36" x 46"
oil on canvas
There is a valley. A Beautiful colorful valley. I stand on a high hill overlooking this depression in the land, and drink in its beauty. There are separate squares of color, delineating different bounty in each. I have no idea what is being grown, and really don't care. I just like to gaze at it. Maybe there is no vegetation growing in the valley. Maybe its just different colors of soil. Maybe there is gold or diamonds or oil to be found in this valley. Maybe nothing. One day I will venture down into it and discover its mystery. For now I'm satisfied to imagine what magic could be there, rather than be disappointed.
Sophie came upon the valley during a long hike through the neighboring hills of her cottage. It spread out before her like a multi-patched quilt of colors. It caught her breath for a moment as it filled her eyes and she drank in its beauty. She didn't know where she was, didn't follow a set trail or directions, she just plunged out of her house on an early Sunday morning to drink in the beautiful weather and surroundings, and suddenly came upon this beautiful rift in the earth.
She sat down on a patch of grass and with her binoculars scoured the earth that lay before her. She could make out the vegetation that formed the various colorations. It was so interesting to her; she sat there for hours ruminating on life, love and all the universal questions of man. The hours drifted before her until she realized she should move on with her hike and her life. She would come back tomorrow. There was always "tomorrow".
24" x 36"
oil on canvas
24" x 36"
oil on canvas
This is a place where I go to meditate, pray and daydream. A beautiful, soft quiet place where I'm not bothered by anything, except an occasional fly or mosquito. The winds are soft and warm and comforting. I am in my "zone". I think only beautiful thoughts, nothing menacing. I leave the menacing ones for my nightmares which I experience almost every night. This is "My Secret Place". Do you have one?
24" x 26"
oil on canvas
24" x 36"
oil on canvas
24" x 36"
oil on canvas
24" x 36"
oil on canvas
36" x 26"
oil on canvas
Everything was exactly the way Stephanie remembered it. Nothing had changed. The road was still rocky and unmanageable. She hoped the tires on her new car wouldn't blow. It was many years since she last traveled this road. The last time she vowed never to return.
But, here it was, twenty-five years later and she was indeed going home to her father's funeral. Stephanie had mixed emotions about this trip. Relatives and friends she hadn't seen since the last trip, neighbors she avoided, souvenirs of a disturbed and unhappy childhood. This trip couldn't be avoided.
The will would be read and she hoped her father hadn't cut her out. She wanted something for being born, something for all the hardships she endured, something for the life that was so tormented. Possibly some of his millions would gloss over the past and she could forgive him. The will would be read after the funeral. Until then she had to put up with everything and everyone. She said a silent prayer as she traveled "Long Road Home".
40" x 30"
oil on canvas
30" h x 40" w
oil on canvas
I had the opportunity to visit Hong Kong last year and took many photographs with the idea of preserving my visions in oil on canvas, and "Repulse Bay" was one of my many lovely memories. I hope you like seeing it through my eyes.
20" x 16" oval
oil on canvas
Japan was a fabulous trip. Full of history, mystery and sushi. I loved visiting the temples, the mountain hide-a-ways, wandering through the myriad of shops in Tokyo, and, of course, this scene of Mt. Fuji was one of my major delights. I could never capture it with the wonder of first experience, but I hope you can imagine the beauty of this part of the world. The only thing I would not recommend is the Japanese breakfasts. They eat the same thing for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Rice, Fish and Soup. I need my Cheerios in the morning!
34" x 24"
acrylic on canvas
I had a disturbing dream where I was on a mountain top with my family and we were trying to grab the strings of the balloons which were floating above our heads. We wanted to get off the mountain top and we knew if we could grab onto the balloon strings they would take us to safety. They were all around us, but we couldn't quite grab their strings. Try as we might, we just couldn't connect. I don't know if we ever got off the mountain top, 'cause the alarm rang and I woke up.
36" x 24"
oil on canvas
The chief of Kanchiskucha jealously protected his daughter from would-be suitors. No one was good enough for his beautiful daughter. Actually he desired her, but would not act on these feelings. When he discovered she had already given her heart to the young warrior Chanka, he cast a mighty spell about her, turning her into a waterfall and dooming her to separation from her lover for all eternity.
In the light of the full moon it is said that their ghosts are seen on opposite cliffs of the waterfall, arms outstretched in yearning.
46" x 46"
oil on wood
I enjoyed painting these falls. They are a combination of all the waterfalls I've seen during my extensive travels all over the world. Big waterfalls are definitely a tourist attraction, so wherever I toured, from Niagra Falls to Victoria Falls, they were a high point of my trip and my memories.
I didn't have to look at a photograph to paint this picture. The memories are so riveted in my sub-conscious that I just began painting and improvising and after much trial and error...out came "The Falls"! Amazing what you can squeeze out of your memories/imagination when you open the gate and let them out and then play with them.
46" x 46"
oil on wood
Painting is a pilgrimage - a journey into the mystery of creation and, through that sacred path, ultimately a journey into the deepest reaches of my soul. If in my painting I am successful in reaching my goal, then I see it as a bridge into you. Do you feel cold looking at "Spring Thaw"?
46" x 46"
oil on wood
46" x 46"
oil on wood
11" high x 14" wide
enamel
46" x 36"
oil on wood
46" x 36"
oil on board
36" x 30"
oil on wood
24" x 18"
oil on canvas
20" x 24"
oil on canvas
24" x 26"
oil on canvas
The beauty of the sun filtering through the fall trees made Jolene pause. She rolled her car to a stop and drank in the lovely scene.
Deciding to take some pictures, she began shooting from the window of her car. She took all her photographs through the window of her car. It was too difficult for her to get out and walk on an unpaved area with prosthetic legs. She wasn't entirely used to them yet. It was frustrating shooting film this way. She couldn't get as many different angles as she would have liked, but she "made do", as always.
Some of the photographs were quite pretty, and she would print them out as note cards on her computer. They became gifts and trade-offs with her friends. It was no panacea, but it kept her busy. Kept her mind off the "accident" that took the life of her family along with her legs. Clicking away, she sighed. She felt exhausted from the few hours of touring around and taking photographs. She needed her medicine and a nap, and began her struggle home.
20" x 24"
oil on canvas
11" x 14"
crushed series
oil on canvas
28" x 24"
acrylic on canvas
ione Citrin features her body of contemporary and impressionistic work in portraits and figures.
30" high x 20" wide
oil on canvas
Whitney came to the beach at night when she could be alone with her thoughts. She always went to the same spot that particularly appealed to her. An area behind a strange looking building. Everything was deserted, dark, and quiet except for the roll of the waves. She would get lost in her reverie. One night she discovered a tiny cave behind a shallow waterfall on the beach. She peered into it using her flashlight.
There appeared to be a strange "thing" placed all the way to the back of the cave. She stared at this object for some time until she finally realized it was some kind of religious statue. She was fascinated. It seemed to call out to her, but then so did the strange house. She looked back at the building behind her, scouring it with the flashlight. It looked like a weird temple of sorts. A shiver went down her spine; she was cold and very tired. Dressing quickly she decided she would get Josh to come back with her. He would know what to do.
20" high x 30" wide
oil on canvas
The bordello was slow that night. Matrice knew that Mr. Jackson was due to arrive. She had been waiting for hours. Her boss signed her out so that she could wait for her "Mr. Jackson", so there she sat in the room he had requested, waiting for him. She had on the hat he bought her. He insisted on her wearing the hat whenever he visited her. She would keep it on throughout their meeting, as long as possible. Mr. Jackson was very late. Matrice was used to waiting. Her whole life was spent waiting for others to tell her what to do; Mr. Jackson was just another dictator. My stories continue in my head...Ione Citrin
30" high x 20" wide
oil on canvas
She went by the home every day at 5:00 P.M. She walked there after her last class at school. She brought her offering, a handful of flowers, from her garden. She would pause at the front of the house and wish she could go in, wishing for the past that didn't exist anymore. They were dead. Gone. Leaving her totally alone in the world. She missed them terribly. She felt empty and alone, wishing she could go back to the happy times in their home. She would stand, frozen in memories. Eventually her ritual would end and she would trudge away, exhausted with memories.
30" high x 20" wide
oil on canvas
He rose out of the sea like a God carrying fish. He was beautiful. Blond, muscular, strong. The site of him took her breath away. Marci often came to this beach, it was usually deserted. Today it wasn't. She watched him through half closed eyes as he prepared the fish and gathered his belongings. The boat he was on slowly left the shore for another run, and all the fisherman on board yelled their "g'byes". Marci began to daydream all sorts of thoughts as he slowly disappeared toward the parking lot.
Yes, she was attracted to him; she was attracted to all good looking men. She closed her eyes and continued her daydreams in the hot sun. Daydreams were easier than reality. The sun warmed her very bones. It was relaxing, soothing, penetrating. Her mind drifted along with the crash of the waves inventing all sorts of imaginary meetings and situations with him and other men. The afternoon passed, and a sudden chill in the wind reminded her that it was time to leave the beach and go back to her apartment. "Tomorrow is another day", she whispered. "Tomorrow is another day."
40" high x 30" wide
mixed media on paper
A collage representing man through the ages. The nude man reflects some of his inside organs representing his vulnerability. He is holding on to a Gucci watch; marking time. The coliseum to the right of him is still standing, the rock star to the upper left of him is probably dead from an overdose of drugs. Notice he is positioned in front of Las Vegas, where he did his last gig. The native woman dancing underneath him is in the throes of a ritualistic dance. There are skulls of her ancestors underneath her feet. A conglomeration representing various facets of modern man.
16" high x 16" wide
acrylic on canvas
Yes, I posed in front of a mirror for hours to paint this image. The rest is up to your imagination.
43" high x 32" wide
oil on canvas
The ecstasy of conducting a full symphonic orchestra in one of the classics has to be orgiastic. But then the ecstasy of creating anything is orgiastic. Whatever you do that requires work, thought, effort, concentration, determination, and the full deliverance of self into the project is "ecstasy". I reach my pinnacle with each and every piece of art I create and deliver to you, my audience.
40" high x 30" wide
oil on canvas
I developed a taste for classical music and opera early on. I took piano and ballet lessons for years, studying and practicing only this genre of music. For many years I went to the Civic Opera House in Chicago to enjoy their various productions. Now I have a reserved seat in Los Angeles at the Lyric Opera. I love the music and elaborate productions. I leave humming (off-key) some of the passages, wishing I could carry a note, let alone sing like a bird. I've seen operatic productions all over Europe, and felt very "special" doing so. "Night at the Opera" is reminiscent of a wonderful evening spent listening and enjoying this particular genre.
36" high x 36" wide
acrylic painting insert - hexagon of tiles
24" high x 18" wide
oil on canvas
One of my many dreams is to see the Russian Ballet in Russia. I studied ballet for many years and even danced professionally, so it has been a solid interest of mine. Yes, I have seen the Russian ballet perform here in the U.S., but never in Russia. So, this year, to realize this dream my husband and I are going to St. Petersburg, Russia where we shall see the Russian Ballet perform "Sleeping Beauty"! And, the best part is all the beautiful Russian Art on view at the many museums in St. Petersburg and Moscow. So, I'm putting my "gone fishin'" sign up for a few weeks, and I'll see you again in September.
24" high x 36" wide
oil on canvas
The Oakville Dance Club was formed forty years ago, and the "girls" are still dancing today. Here is a portrait of the original members, the first three are Mary Jenson, Marlene Fox, Judy Witson, and the last two in the back are Lila Fonsworth and Mimi Farston.
These ladies, now in their eighties, are still dancing! They meet one a week in the same park to do their little routine. Judy brings a cassette player for the music, and every week someone brings tidbits to munch and thermoses of peppermint tea to sip after their dance workout. Time has worn gently on these women, and because of their discipline in dance and diet, and commitment to each other, no tragedies were too big to overcome.
They all look their best for their "performance", wearing make-up and pretty dresses and styling their hair. The original costumes shown in this painting are long-gone, but their new ones are very nice. Every week a small audience gathers; neighbors, passerbys, stray dogs, etc., and everyone enjoys their repertoire. They try to work up a new routine every month, but lately they've just been sticking to the same routines they've done for years. We salute these members of the Oakville Dance Club and wish them well as they enter their 70th year of performance.
26" high x 24" wide
acrylic on canvas
She was broke, she was alone, and she was "on the street" when she discovered she could make a living at this dance club. It was totally against her Christian upbringing, she knew her parents would have a fit if they ever found out. They thought she was still at school, plugging away to get good grades.
"Be a good girl", her mother said when she left home after the Christmas holidays. Those four words agitated Jeanine. She didn't want to be mother's "good girl". She wanted to be whatever she wanted to be. She wanted to live her own life, make her own discoveries, and get out from under her mother's thumb. She wanted to do what she wanted to do, good or bad.
And, right now, she felt lucky that she had found this glamorous job and would be able to pay for her "space on her friend's couch" for the time being. The whole world was waiting for her, waiting to be discovered, and she was flying high with anticipation.
21" high x 26" wide
oil on canvas
She wore a red hat so her blind date would recognize her in their prescribed meeting place, La Louvre, Paris, France.
The Red Hat, figure painting, oil on canvas
"The Red Hat" - Alexa wore the red hat just as she promised. She was on time and in the prearranged place in the Museum. So far her blind date hadn't materialized. He was a half hour late. "Oh, well," she thought, "Maybe he got hung up in traffic". An hour went by, then two hours. Her feet began to hurt standing around in those spike heels. She had perspiration marks on her new blouse. The hat got real heavy. She looked at her watch. "45 minutes late", she said silently.
Finally, with a sigh, she turned and began to walk toward the entrance when a short, fat greasy looking man blustered through the revolving doors and ran to where she had been standing, (the prearranged spot). "This is what I got dressed for, went downtown, paid the entrance fee to a museum I've visited 100 times, and waited an hour for "Mr. Right"? "Ye gads, girl, give it up already", and she marched out.
40" high x 30" wide
oil on canvas
Gilda was a child of privilege. Her family tree could be traced back to the Rothschild's of European fame and fortune. She was raised with governesses, private European schools, the best of everything. But everything wasn't enough for Gilda. She became addicted to hard drugs and heavy partying in the posh clubs all over the world. She was the "toast" of the town in whatever town she happened to be.
When her maid discovered her dead body, it didn't really come as a surprise to her friends and family. They could have predicted this outcome early on. They put on somber faces, buried her, and liquidated her finances into their own. Her memory was put aside in the "distasteful memories" album, and nothing more was ever mentioned about Gilda.
Her friends missed her for about a minute. There were "other Gilda's" to be found, chomping at the bit for entry into their social arenas. And so, the parties continued without Gilda, her family quickly shoved her in the "hush-hush" closet, and the world turned with a lot of unanswered questions. C'est la vie. "Tsk-Tsk" no real tears, no real vibes, just a quick appearance on the scene with an equally rushed exit. What a sad obituary.
32" high x 22" wide
oil on canvas
A romantic sculpture comes to life after hours in an art gallery.
18" high x 25" wide
oil and collage
12" high x 16 1/2" high" wide
acrylic
16" high x 12" wide
oil on paper
20" high x 16" wide oval
oil on canvas
24 1/2" high" x 18 1/4" wide
pastel
I love miniature horses and as a child dreamed of owning one. I sometimes fantasize about owning one now were I to have a back yard big enough. But it at this stage of the game, it is only a pipe dream. Because I adore these animals and come from Chicago, Illinois where the winters look like this, I was driven to paint this scene. I should call this "Wishful Thinking".
24" high x 26" wide
oil on canvas
24" high x 36" wide
oil on canvas
This was not exactly what Marla studied for in college. She was going for her Masters Degree in Theatre Arts, but her parents couldn't fund her anymore. They lost a lot in the financial downturn a few years ago, and so everyone in the family was cutting back. When she saw the ad on Craig's List, she knew she'd be perfect for the job. They wanted someone who was an experienced horsewoman, an expert rider and handler of horses, and someone who would look good in a special suit that came with a long cape. "Willing to begin work at midnight for approximately 3 hours, or until the deliveries were done" the ad stated.
"Sure, why not? I can do it", she thought. The pay was good and the work didn't interfere with her classes at UCLA. She was an expert horsewoman having ridden since she was a child, and she was still riding on a weekly basis.
She was hired immediately, as soon as she swished in on her long legs and flipped her pony tail around.
She reported in to the stable every night after midnight, and finished when she had dropped off the last envelope. Sometimes she only had one packet to deliver, so she could be through within the hour. Her territory was west Los Angeles. She would cantor throughout Westwood, Beverly Hills, Bel Air; wherever the package was addressed, and drop it near the front door or under the front gate. It was a bright red package with a little battery driven hooter that buzzed every minute until it was picked up. No problem with dogs, they avoided the sound the package made, and the buzzing stopped when the package was unwrapped. The recipients were notified beforehand that the delivery would be made, specifying the date and time of delivery, so they were ready for pick up.
Marla was thrilled with the job. Her parents were skeptical. Her friends were amazed and jealous. She was paid on an hourly basis and could work whenever she was called upon, which usually was 4 nights a week. Her rides caused quite a blast all over the West side, and she received a lot of publicity. She was known as "The Messenger", and newspaper and magazine articles were delighted to write about her unusual job. She could be seen galloping alongside the traffic on the streets of her area, her cape spread out behind her, waving to the cars and pedestrians as she sped by. She loved it, and became known as the "Midnight Messenger".
Long after the company folded, she set up her own messenger company, continuing her happy rides throughout the area, waving and smiling to passersby.
36" high x 30" wide
pastel on paper
Gweniviere loved going barefoot in the grass. There was a large area outside her castle, filled with flowers and grasses of all sorts. She would ride her trusty steed far out into the plains and hills and the two of them would cavort in the sunshine and beauty of a summer day.
Some days a young lad from a neighboring castle would ride by and their eyes would catch. He looked as powerful as the black horse he rode. Completely controlling and dominate. She didn't know who he was, or what family estate he belonged to, or how to find out anything about him, so she satisfied herself with coming to this patch of green next to the trail and waiting for him to trot by every day that summer.
Then the summer cooled and passed and the cold weather arrived. When the heavy snows came Gweniviere couldn't take her daily ride any more. She patiently waited for spring, and yielding trails. Spring finally arrived and with great expectation she out to see if he would appear again. She waited all day, then all the next day. The summer slowly passed. He never showed again. He remained only as a dream; a handsome sight on a beautiful horse in the sunshine of her youth.
36" high x 36" wide
mixed media
The cruel mother, stiff, unrelenting, unloving, making her innocent daughter cry and cry and cry. Unfortunately women who are not mentally equipped to love and cherish their offspring have children who are subjected to their mother's damaging attitudes.
25" high x 19" wide
pastel and collage
26" high" x 30" wide
acrylic on paper
A decorative painting of a beautiful young woman's face with Mardi Gras embellishments. I love to depict beautiful women in romantic/surrealist settings in my paintings and sculptures. I let the mystery slowly evolve and invent itself as I begin my painting/sculpture. I had the opportunity to visit Mardi Gras in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil as well as New Orleans, and the fervent colors and beauty stayed in my mind and eventually came out in this painting.
20" high x 16" wide
enamel on canvas
36" high x 32" wide
oil on canvas
24" high x 16" wide
acrylic and steel mesh, oil on canvas
Another award winning painting. Honored with the Crabbie Award and Cover Contest Grand Winner of Art Calendar Magazine, this piece represents a girl lost in reverie while she knits away.
24" high x 16" wide
acrylic and steel mesh, oil on canvas
Here we have a sexy female all dressed up in mesh hose. Dance anyone?
17" high x 12" wide
acrylic - 4 panels separated
The art of painting (or photography) freezes moments in time. That is the beauty of these art mediums, freezing a moment for all to gaze and contemplate. If it is a landscape we try to recognize the locale and decided whether or not we've been there. If it is a still life we relate to all the fruit/vegetable settings we've ever seen. Even unrecognizable abstracts record a still moment.
In "The Separation", the questions are; what was really happening? Who are these people? What is their conflict? You decide. The painting has no conclusion, only the painful act of separation.
28" high x 26" wide
watercolor
28" high x 26" wide
watercolor
28" high x 24" wide
watercolor on paper
Jennie didn't know why she was doing what she was doing. She felt stupid standing naked, holding a pole, in front of a group of people drawing her picture. She was angry at herself and her vanity.
Last year after she had her breast enlargement surgery, and discovered her beautiful breasts, she wanted to show them to "everyone". So, taking an early morning stroll, she walked by an art school and decided to go in and apply for a modeling job. She thought she would love being admired and painted by various artists. Today, at the actual job, she discovered she didn't.
She stuck it out, (literally and figuratively), until the end of the three hour class, and quickly left. Feeling ashamed Jennie decided not to tell any of her mahjong group or flower club about this adventure.
20" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
30" high x 24" wide
oil pastel on paper
48" high x 24" wide
acrylic on canvas
10" high x 8" wide
oil on canvas
21" high x 12" wide
oil on canvas
40" high x 30" wide
watercolor on paper
20" high x 18" wide
pastel
Depicts an Indian woman shooting a bow and arrow with great determination and resolve. She is dramatic, beautiful and aggressive, and would make an exciting companion to any wall.
16" high x 12" wide
oil on paper
18" high x 16" wide
oil on paper
This is what she looked like last year. You wouldn't want to see what she looks like today. She fell in love with the wrong man, a man her family didn't approve of...a Jew...a married Jew...a black Jew.
She stayed with him against her family's wishes and threats. Finally one night her brothers, Jamal and Ahmed, came and got her at gunpoint, took her away from her forbidden lover and cut her ears and nose off. She lay bleeding on the dirt road. Eventually she was discovered and brought to the local doctor. He did what he could and sent her home. Terrible infections followed, but the village she lived in was in a remote mountainous area far from any sophisticated medical services.
Her mother did her best, but Laila needed sophisticated care. Unbelievably she lived, her outside and insides severely damaged. She stayed in the shack with her family; there was nothing else she could do. Her brothers suffered no remorse; they were righteous in their attack. Her parents never mentioned it and her mother hide all mirrors from her. Her former lover moved to Israel, afraid to ever contact her again. Islamic law rules.
40" high x 50" wide
mixed media on canvas
Lovely mid-eastern woman daydreams in her garden window. This piece won a Gold Medal in the Amsterdam Art, "Nielson Bainbridge" competition.
Shahrzad, mixed media on canvas
"Shahrzad" was motivated by my intense love of beauty, and a beautiful woman dressed up is extremely decorative. It was easy to create. I have a big imagination and a studio harboring a huge supply of paper scraps and junk in general. I began "Shahrzad" with the face. I photocopied and enlarged the face of a lovely model pictured in a fashion magazine. Then I painted the hair with thick acrylic paint. The rest of her evolved as all my works do, with "trial and error, cut and paste, and do it over and over with something else".
Her breasts are covered with bubble wrap, there are clips from an Arabic newspaper in the window, her body is painted in acrylic, and the rest are bits and pieces of paper gleaned from magazines/newspapers/books, etc. cut and pasted on the large surface of the painting.
It took many months of gestation, and then finally, "Shahrzad" was born.
I show her in various art shows and galleries and in 1999 she won the $3,000 "Nielson Bainbridge Gold Medal" - Mixed Media Category, Judged by Roy De Forest, San Francisco, CA
24" high x 28" wide
watercolor on paper
16" high x 12" wide
oil on canvas
12" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas triptych
12" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas triptych
40" high x 30" wide
watercolor and collage on paper
30" high x 24" wide
watercolor on paper
23" high x 17" wide
watercolor and collage
30" high x 24" wide
watercolor
36" high x 24" wide
oil on canvas
When my daughter married many photographs were taken during the wedding and reception. This is one as they danced alone sharing their private thoughts. It has a special place in my home and the setting inspired me to do this painting.
ione Citrin relives her time in the Southwest through this abstract and impressionistic series.
24 1/2 " high x 7" wide x 11 1/2 " deep
bronze sculpture
Arola was selected from the group of maidens for this special duty. To go to the top of the mountain and release the bird of freedom. This act symbolized the ending of a long bitter war with a neighboring tribe. This honorable gesture was bestowed upon an exceptional maiden, who the tribal leaders felt was an example of perfect womanhood, possessing beauty, intelligence, kindness and respect for her elders.
Arola followed all the directions her mighty chief gave her perfectly, and after the bird left her hands and flew off into the sunset, she called out to her personal god and guided her horse off the cliff to sanctify the ceremony.
24" high x 18" wide
pastel
18" high x 24" wide
pastel
11" high x 14" wide
pastel
14" high x 11" wide
pastel
40" x 30"
acrylic on canvas
40" x 30"
acrylic on canvas
28" x 32"
acrylic on canvas
Seasons turn from one to another, each having its own rituals and secrets. This month the Onju Saginaw tribe was dancing to entice the heavens to open and give them the precious rain they sorely need. It hasn't rained for months, and they were getting desperate. If it doesn't rain soon their crops will never grow and they will have to move their large community or face starvation. All the areas surrounding them were already inhabited and being farmed by other tribes. If the rain wouldn't come, they would have to move their large encampment many many miles into the hinterlands to find another suitable area for their families.
The drums kept a steady rhythm along with the chanting of the elders. The women and children clapped their hands keeping time with the strong beat of the drums. This would go on for hours and possibly days until it would rain or their Chief would decide to stop the ceremony.
Check back next week to find out if the heavens ever opened up or if the Onju Saginaws had to leave the territory.
47" wide x 12" high
collage on wood
15" x 20"
oil on canvas
A colorful dance performed by many Indian tribes depicting the eagle in graceful flight.
15" x 20"
oil on canvas
24" x 26"
oil on canvas
Indian Blankets oil on canvas painting
"Indian Blankets" - The Sioux handmade these enormous blankets on wooden looms and with great care. Only specially selected women were chosen for this honor. It takes many months to create and are replaced once a year for their festivities. These are ceremonial blankets hung high on a special hill during their religious Festivals. They are hung on a sacred summit overlooking their teepees, waving shadows in the wind and dancing wildly in a storm. They identify and signal their heritage and every day the tribal members bow, genuflect and pray to their Gods for strength and fortitude. They are beautiful blankets and make the countryside quite colorful.
11" h x 14" w
pastel
30" x 40"
acrylic on canvas
24" x 36"
oil on canvas
40" x 30"
acrylic on canvas
An Indian dances around the fire praying to the gods for victory in the ensuing war with a neighboring tribe
40" x 30"
acrylic on canvas
Long Beach News - Ione Citrin's "Mayan Madness" is a very stylized acrylic-on-canvas painting featuring sweeping strokes of color; offering action to the overall piece. At the center, a Mayan deity (?) stands almost possessed with the knowledge of what will come or has passed. Citrin's painting projects history and a great sense of tragedy.
The ritualistic dance performed before battle psychologically prepares the Mayan warrior for the encounter which might cost him his life and those of his fellow warriors. The frenzy of the ceremony is propelled by constant puffs on their native pipes filled with a mash of various psychedelic producing herbs. The drums and rattles sound off, the pipes are smoked, the chanting becomes deafening, and one by one they join their fellow warriors to run into battle. Whether they win or not, we don't know. This is a portrait of one of the soldiers painted before their encounter.
28" x 24"
acrylic on canvas
14" high x 11" wide
pastel
10" x 8"
oil on canvas
20" h x 18" w
pastel
Depicts an Indian woman shooting a bow and arrow with great determination and resolve. She is dramatic, beautiful and aggressive, and would make an exciting companion to any wall.
14" x 11"
oil on canvas
20" x 18"
assemblage
24" x 18"
mixed media
23" x 16"
mixed media
A mixed media piece housed in a plexiglass box frame consisting of 90% colored glass pieces arranged on hand made paper depicting a central flower surrounded by petals.
32" x 24"
mixed media
30" x 40"
mixed media
22" h x 16" w
mixed media
38" x 31" x 8"
mixed media
40" x 36"
assemblage in plexiglass box
36" x 18"
mixed media
26" x 36"
oil on canvas
Ione Citrin ponders the effects of world catastrophies through this body of work.
30" x 40"
oil on paper
The wind roared, the sky turned black, and the earth shook. Shoshanna and Guy were enjoying their first day of their honeymoon on the beach of an exotic resort in the Philippines. Everything was supposed to be beautiful...wonderful.
But suddenly it was Hell. They didn't know where to run. People were scattering about as the buildings fell and the palm trees broke in half. They clung to each other, not knowing what to do with themselves. Then the wind changed, and a giant roar could be heard from the ocean. A huge wave bigger than a ten story building was racing towards them.
They were frozen in fear as the rush and push of the water blasted away all their hopes and dreams into a watery hell. Shoshanna and Guy were never seen again, they just disappeared with hundreds of others into the greatest tsunami disaster the world had ever experienced.
40" x 30"
mixed media on paper
I had only just arrived in Los Angeles to start a new life after my young husband died in Chicago. I was in a new apartment, which just received its last piece of furniture to complete its decor. Everything was perfect. Then, early the next morning, around 4:00 A.M. I was tossed out of my bed ith a giant lurch and I thought the world had come to an end. The building shook and swayed and creaked and groaned. I lay on the floor listening to things crashing down from the walls and cabinets. Had I died and gone to Hell? No, I just experienced my first earthquake in Los Angeles. I can hardly wait for another.
50" x 50"
oil on board
What could be more definitive than the destruction, material and intangible, that war and aggression causes?
"Apocalypse" shows a particular battlefield, no winners, no losers, just unrecognizable remains.
That usually is the outcome of all wars.
36" x 24"
mixed media
War comes from a primitive part of the human brain. Humans are capable of both great acts of kindness and horrible acts of murder and destruction. Individual citizens are always wonderful, lovely people, but their leaders get crazy with greed and power, causing terrible atrocities to occur.
We should all be above these despicable acts, but somehow get mesmorized into cultivating and permitting hate and distrust. Wouldn¹t it be a sensational world if this section of the human brain could be modified into generosity, goodness and kindness?
30" x 30"
mixed media
Got the Easter card and box of candy from you and Mom, and loved both. I ate the entire box of chocolate late last night. It was so good. I can't wait to come home. My best buddy got his legs blown off yesterday and they don't think he's going to make it. Things are pretty bad here. I'm supposed to ship out next month, but there have been a lot of uprisings and there is talk that no one is going home for a while. I'll let you know when I know. Well, I better get to sleep now. Give Mom a kiss.
Love Chuckie
24" x 18"
NFS collage on wood
46" x 36"
acrylic
28" x 24"
acrylic on canvas
Provoked by such a horrible incident of the destruction of the World Trade towers in New York City, our Lady of Liberty cries real tears as she offers up the remains of the towers to heaven.
24" x 28"
acrylic on canvas
Time passes, and our country seems to still be swimming in the same state of affairs as it was when the terrible tragedy of "9/11/01" occurred. We are locked in a struggle in Iraq, Afghanistan, and the other countries in the Middle East aren't looking too good at this point either.
We went into Iraq without a plan, and now we've taken up a war that Russia couldn't win after years and years of fighting the Taliban in the remote mountains of Afghanistan. When does it all end? The world cannot take another world war. With our nuclear capabilities we will destroy ourselves and every living thing on this earth! All we can do as individual citizens is hope for the best and pray in our own way that our race of human beings will not destroy everyone and everything.
18" x 12"
acrylic on canvas
20" x 18"
pastel
ione Citrin reaches back into her travels to an ancient land to inspire the work in this gallery
14" high x 11" wide
pastel
16" h x 16" w
mixed media
20" high x 17" wide
mixed media
"They" didn't realize that "It" had finally happened. Their elders had predicted this event generations ago. The tribe had songs and dances telling of the explosion of the mountain and all the ensuing tragedies. Every year they would pray and think about making certain preparations in case this happened; but they never did. They really didn't know how, and had such a difficult life providing for themselves and their families, that anything extra for something so far fetched seemed a waste of good time. So they lived their daily lives...birthing, dying, laughing, crying, and looking with wonder at the huge mountain towering off in the distance. Every sundown and every morning at sunrise they would honor their gods with prayer, and always within the prayers were chants to save them from the evil volcano.
This afternoon, hell opened up and the devil finally got his way. The volcano erupted and a huge spew of flame and ash began to cover their beloved island. They ran, they knew not where, frantically searching for some safe place. However, there was no "safe place" on this island. Some fell, exhausted, and waited for death. Others became delirious running in circles. It was just a matter of time until the flames and molten lava would cover them and their island. The prophecy of their ancestors was finally coming true. All were doomed.
What they didn't know was that their small disaster was just a minute example of what the entire world was simultaneously experiencing. Just as predicted, "The button" had been pressed and life on this planet would never be the same. The volcanic eruption was only one small disaster in this tiny area of the world. The rest of earth was convulsing, erupting and collapsing from within. People all over the earth were scrambling to safety. The world was in chaos. The prophets were true. Unfortunately.
22" x 28"
pastel
Shadae had hit it "big time". Out of the back woods of Mississippi to the bright lights of New York City, she had made her mark. This was one pose the photographers loved. Anything that showed that long, lanky body with a sophisticated expression brought her big bucks. The most sought-after model from the Darwin Modeling Agency. Yes, that was her all right.
She walked away from the mirror and her dreams, lay back on the bed, wound the rubber tie around her long beautiful arm, picked up the full syringe and injected more of the "stuff" to make her dream really come true.
28" x 24"
pastel on paper
"Why did she have to paint her face that way? Why does she have to look like that? Why can't she be normal like all the other girls?" Her mother thought as she packed Misty's clothes for the rehab center stay. "What did I do wrong? I gave her everything I didn't have."
Tears started to flow down her cheeks. Misty's mother had almost given up. Her only daughter was uncontrollable and now for the fourth time was going to get clean at another rehabilitation center. This center guaranteed her that they could get her off crack and keep her clean, but it would take a lot of work and a long time. Mary didn't care what it cost or how long it took. She was a devoted mother and ready to do anything to help her addicted daughter find herself and get a life.
"Almost ready, dear?" Mary called out. When she heard no answer she walked to her daughter's bedroom, slowly opened the door and peeked in. "Misty, it's time to go." Silence. Then she noticed the bedroom window open and realized Misty had jumped out the window and run away.
Mary lay down on her daughter's bed. She held Misty"s nightgown to her chest and cried soft miserable tears, knowing all her efforts and love were not enough to solve her daughter's problems. "Where did I go wrong?" she thought. "I gave her everything".
Mary lay there for hours slowly accepting the reality that she could not save her daughter's life herself. Her daughter had to take the first step, and she obviously wasn't doing it. The acceptance of this fact was a bitter pill to swallow. Mary slowly got up and left Misty's bedroom closing the door softly behind her. She knew she would hear from Misty again in some horrible situation that she would have to rescue her from. It was inevitable. There was nothing more at this point she could do.
26" x 30"
pastel on paper
19" x 25"
pastel
We all have an alter ego. in some it can take over completely. In this girl's case, (name withheld for security purposes), she is totally involved with her other self - so much so she sometimes cannot deal with her life on a daily basis without having her "better half" take over.
Lately she has been trying to separate herself from this "alter ego", and has been visiting a psychiatrist to help. So far she hasn't been able to wrest herself free, and her "alter ego" is getting very angry about her attempts to separate.
Who will win? Only the future will tell. She is on the right path with her call for help and her visits to the shrink, but possibly she needs an exorcist?
40" x 30"
pastel on paper
20" x 16"
pastel on board
24" x 18"
pastel & sand
28" x 22"
pastel on paper
28" x 22"
pastel on paper
24" x 18"
pastel on pastelboard
24" x 18"
pastel on paper
I would just love to be able to walk around with a freshly caught fish on my head! What a joy to live in a society where this would not be looked upon as "strange"! In a little coastal village in West Africa I came upon this happy girl and snapped her picture as one of my mementos of the various trips I have taken to Africa.
And, when I got home, looking at this picture, naturally, I thought about putting a fish on my head and going out for a stroll, but instead got out my pastels and painted "Fish Girl". (I do occasionally wear strange hats, which satisfies my need for unconventional headgear. And, when I get smiles from passersby, I nod my head back and smile just like "Fish Girl").
32" x 24"
pastel/handmade paper
26" x 30"
pastel on paper
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16" x 12"
oil on paper
Ursaline was the child of my neighbor's maid. I watched her grow up into a beautiful young woman. She was a sweet as she was beautiful. When my friend sold her house and moved away, Ursaline and her mother decided to return to their native land...Haiti. A week later the devastating earthquake hit this tiny country, and thoughts of Ursaline and her mother ran through my mind.
I've watched the news and scanned all the newspapers and magazines looking for their faces with no luck. I have no way of getting in touch with them. I wouldn't know how. I guess I'm one of millions of concerned folks who watch the horrors of the terrible earthquake without knowing the fate of their loved ones. Why does tragedy always hit the poorest and most vulnerable?
28" x 20"
pastel and collage
24" x 18"
pastel
24" x 18"
pastel
40" x 30"
pastel on paper
36" x 30"
pastel on paper
18" x 16"
oil on paper
ione Citrin creates these animal inspired pieces. Enjoy the whimsy and nature of these works.
22 1/2" high x 30" wide
watercolor
At night these bushes come alive and run around the park getting their exercise, feeding on butterflies and trying to mate with each other. I know this because I like to come here after dark and watch them. I climb out of the window from my mental hospital and run a couple of miles to get to this wonderful park to play with these special animal/bushes. If you'd like to join me it's on the Yellow Brick Road two stops past the candy shop. I'm there every night. Why not come and play with me?
11" x 14"
pastel
I have two kittens. Each one is cuter than the other. They are brothers and do everything together. I caught them one morning huddled next to my husband's work shoes and made a quick sketch to remind me of the situation so I could repeat it with pastels on paper. Their names are Shu Shu and Precious.
30" x 21 1/2"
watercolor on paper
I used to live on a ranch just outside of Phoenix, Arizona. The ranch was on a Hopi Indian Reservation, in a town called Laveen. In order for me to attend school, I rode "Golden Boy". He was my faithful steed and the only way I could get to and from the one room Indian school where all grades were stuffed together and nobody talked to me 'cause I was the only white kid in the class. "Golden Boy" and the other animals on the ranch were my only friends. I wish I still had "Golden Boy". I smile and remember him fondly whenever I look at his portrait.
14 1/2" x 10 3/4"
watercolor on paper
Harold and Imelda were just not getting along anymore. Particularly in the morning. Every little thing would set one of them off. Neither would relent, doing so would relinquish power and they both needed to "save face". So, the morning squabbles continued until they eventually tired and had breakfast. The meal of grubs was delicious to them and seemed to calm the atmosphere between them. Food is a great pacifier; that's why there's so many overweight birds in the colony.
14 1/2" x 10 3/4"
watercolor on paper
Every morning promptly at dawn Selma would head out and hunt for her chick's breakfast. Fortunately they were not picky eaters, so just about anything she fed them was immediately gulped down with much commotion for more. They were growing larger every day, their demands for bigger meals were vociferous. Like the good mother she was, she would just shrug her wings, squeak "C'est la vie" and head out for more grub for her babies.
25" x 20"
pastel
I have a beautiful crystal vase near a window. Sometimes the light shows through it and it is quite beautiful. I captured this "happening", but added a white dove to further romanticize the piece. I still have the vase, but the bird never materialized other than in my imagination.
22" x 30"
watercolor
love to eat roast goose at holiday time. I also love pate de foie gras, or chopped goose liver. I really like looking at geese too, but most of all, I love an occasional "goose". Look at the oil painting, "Dark Eyes", in the Still Life Gallery, thereÕs a nice goose in there too. Honk, honk!
14" x 11"
pastel painting
24" x 26"
oil on canvas
36" high x 32" wide
oil on canvas
24 1/2" x 18 1/4"
pastel
I love miniature horses and as a child dreamed of owning one. I sometimes fantasize about owning one now were I to have a back yard big enough. But it at this stage of the game, it is only a pipe dream. Because I adore these animals and come from Chicago, Illinois where the winters look like this, I was driven to paint this scene. I should call this "Wishful Thinking".
36" x 30"
pastel on paper
40" x 30"
acrylic on paper
Alice placed the little bunny carefully next to the big one. Everything looked perfect. Everything was in its place. It was created within a large paper box cut to resemble walls and a floor. Then she painstakingly hand sewed and stuffed the big bunny (and little one as well). The big bunny she named "Boo-Boo" and the little one hadn't been christened yet. The old toy buggy was found at a flea shop, and the walls and floors were covered with gift wrap.
With a sigh, Alice was satisfied. She wheeled in Laurie and placed her wheelchair by the little set. "Don't you love this, darling?" She gave Laurie a kiss and continued talking to her, while she pointed out little details on the bunny.
Laurie's head dropped to one side, drool began to drop on her lace smock. It was time for her injection. "I've got something else planned for you, honey girl, wait 'til you see this. You're going to love it." Alice babbled all the way to Laurie's bedroom, smiling and chattering. She stroked her daughter's curly blond hair and continued telling her stories about the school she would soon go to, and all the little girls who were coming to her birthday party, and all the things that were never going to happen.
With tears in her eyes and her voice choking up she said, "Just wait 'til tomorrow, baby, you're goin' to love it."
18" x 24"
watercolor and collage
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20" x 30"
acrylic on board
6" high x 30" wide
watercolor and stones on paper
LIMITED EDITION giclee prints available from Ione Citrin
12" x 26"
oil on canvas
20" x 16" oval
oil on canvas
28" x 34"
mixed media on wood
This piece was created by my love for animals, all animals, exotic, wild, domestic, etc. I had the opportunity to see Cheetahs in the wild in a game reserve in Kenya, Africa. It was early in the morning, and they were clearly seen in the tall grass. A family of Cheetahs, just sat there and stared back at me. "Wow", what a thrill!
Anyway, this wonderful cat always thrilled and excited me, and so I decided to depict this feline running, something the Cheetah is known for, and my idea turned into this mixed media piece made of handmade paper, acrylic paint, jewelry findings, and etc.
I hope my "Cheetah" pleases your eye as well.
14" x 13" x 23"
mixed media sculpture
24" x 28" x 8"
mixed media
36" circle
mixed media
30" x 40"
watercolor on paper
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"We can never have enough of nature. We need the tonic of wildness - to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.
At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature". - Henry David Thoreau.
“Fish, Clams and Eels, Oh My!”
22" x 28"
watercolor
They were all new hatchlings exploring the warm waters where they were spawned. They were enjoying their new life and exploring the strange wonderful world. Everything surprised them. Everything amazed them. When the little fish came upon a clam, the sight alarmed her and she bubbled, "Oh my!" When the Eel investigated the half-opened clam and the clam snapped shut, he said "Oh my!" and when the eel accidentally touched a jellyfish, he screeched "oh my!" It was an "oh my!" kinda' day in the undersea world off the Florida coast.
18" x 24"
watercolor and collage
24" x 28"
watercolor and collage on paper
18" x 24"
watercolor and collage
18" x 7" x 18"
bronze sculpture
23" x 24" x 10"
original bronze on marble sculpture
A wonderful bust of a horse whose forelock and mane are all flowers.
24 1/2" high x 7" wide x 11 1/2" deep
bronze sculpture
Arola was selected from the group of maidens for this special duty. To go to the top of the mountain and release the bird of freedom. This act symbolized the ending of a long bitter war with a neighboring tribe. This honorable gesture was bestowed upon an exceptional maiden, who the tribal leaders felt was an example of perfect womanhood, possessing beauty, intelligence, kindness and respect for her elders.
Arola followed all the directions her mighty chief gave her perfectly, and after the bird left her hands and flew off into the sunset, she called out to her personal god and guided her horse off the cliff to sanctify the ceremony.
“Succulents”
“Snowy Sunset”
“Desert Sunset”
“Sun Already Set ”
“No Sunset in Hell”
“Ocean Sunset”
“Lagoon With Sunset”
“Flight”
“Landing Field”
“Blood on the Moon ”
“Before the Storm ”
“The Blues ”
“Whirlpool”
“Gimme a Hand ”
“One-Eyed Jack”
“She”
“Cairo”
“Albuquerque ”
“Jellyfish”
“Flower Power ”
“Autumn ”
“Abstract Galaxy”
“Clouds”
“Golden Circle ”
“Heaven Purgatory Hell”
“Eclipse”
“Sunset”
“Platinum ”
“UFO ”
“Prisms”
“Cabbage Rose”
“Crushed Silver Flowers ”
“Wrinkled Roses”
“Volunteers”
“Rose Rage”
“Treehouse”
“Desert Storm ”
“Swamp Flower ”
“Flowering Trees”
“Tres Trees”
“Plein Air Crushed”
“The Site”
“The Factory ”
“Gadget”
“Stellar Abstraction”
“River of Gold”
“Friends ”
“Mosaic Abstract ”
“Contemporary Flowers”
“Waves - pair”
“New World”
“Forbidden Forest ”
“Bridge Over Troubled Water ”
“Oriental Oval”
“Cityscape”
“Crack House”
“City Lights”
“Waterlilies”
“Lily Pond ”
“Tree of Life ”
“Half Closed Blinds”
“Panagea”
“The Storm”
“Ballooning”
“The Library”
“The Three Faces of Eve ”
“Dance of Conflict”
“Mother Earth”
“Bongo Player”
“Boys Night Out”
“Fish”
“Tsunami”
“Wine Black White ”
“Waterfall ”
“Abyss ”
“Tickled Pink ”
“Apocalypse ”
“Autumn Haze #2”
“Autumn Haze #1”
“Water #2”
“Water #1 ”
“Oriental Tree”
“California Coastline ”
“Goose”
“Desert Sea”
“Warp”
“Arabian Nights ”
“Outposts”
“A Rose Between the Thorns”
“Spin ”
“Blue Birds”
“Blooms”
“The Mating Game”
“In The Beginning”
“Spring Thaw”
“Winter ”
“Cave of Forgotten Dreams ”
“Galaxy #2”
“Cosmos ”
“Centerpiece”
“Rhythms ”
“Radiance”
“String of Pearls”
“The Mummy ”
“Morning Runner”
“The Last Rose of Summer”
“Kinshassa & Ali”
“Katmandu”
“The Old Gang”
“M'Lady”
“Sign of the Cross”
“Glass Pinata”
“Sea Flower”
“The Village”
“Victorian Lady”
“Shell Of Treasure”
“Fancy Fan”
“The Factory ”
“Puzzlin' Around”
“Jigsaw Couple”
“3 Puzzled Fishies”
“The Lady is a Puzzle”
“King & Queen ”
“The Hornblower”
“Music Man”
“Azteca”
“Makondi Man”
“Africanz”
“Mardi Gras”
“Sacrifice ”
“Ra”
“The Midwife ”
“Caged”
“The Creature”
“Medicine Chest”
“Blowfish”
“The Bone Setter”
“Kon Tiki”
“Spectrum #1”
“Ramses”
“The Lovers”
“Mommie Dearest”
“Where Is Auntie 'Em?”
“The Family”
“Go Fly A Kite”
“Fetish ”
“Kwanza”
“Treasure of Indiana Jones ”
“Black Angel”
“Miss L.A. ”
“Yes It Is Me”
“Idols ”
“Witch Doctor”
“The Fan Club”
“Marlena”
“Shahrzad ”
“Mermaid”
“Impossible Dream”
“Broken Dreams ”
“Prophecy”
“Funky Monkey”
“Fertility Gods ”
“African Queen ”
“Rudy the Robot ”
“Tree Sa”
“Anita Ekbird ”
“Hawaii”
“Spring Flowers ”
“Swamp Flower ”
“The Wine Tasting”
“Napa”
“A Swirl of Roses”
“Romantic Repast”
“Squabble”
“Breakfast”
“Crystal”
“Shrooms”
“Fowl Play ”
“Pink Loveseat”
“Everlasting”
“Black Tie Affair”
“Dark Eyes ”
“Memories”
“The Library ”
“Ballooning ”
“My Cockatoo ”
“The Penthouse ”
“Decanters ”
“Purple Pansies ”
“Irises ”
“Mood Roses”
“Bodacious Blooms ”
“Red Scarf ”
“The Window ”
“Belle Bouquet ”
“Bridal Bouquet ”
“Lily Pond ”
“Tree of Life ”
“Bouquet Tropical”
“Floral Fantasy”
“Lady of the Flowers”
“Flower Dream Song”
“Guardian Angel”
“Bonsai ”
“Overall”
“Flower Shop”
“Gram's Needlepoint ”
“Delft Shoe”
“Shoe”
“Puss N' Boots”
“Wrinkled Roses”
“Crushed Silver Flowers”
“Rose Rage”
“ Swamp Flower”
“Spring Flowers”
“Rose & Bud ”
“Dominatrix”
“Steps”
“Set Free”
“Antar”
“Double Dutch”
“Pas de Deux”
“New Kite”
“The Fisherwoman ”
“The Rose”
“Torso”
“The Kiss”
“Jump For Joy”
“Seabiscuit”
“Hermine”
“Herb”
“Rudy the Robot”
“Happy Birthday”
“The Bath ”
“Junior ”
“M'Lady ”
“Mama Mia ”
“African Queen”
“The Old Gang”
“Tree Sa”
“Copper Canyon ”
“Topiary Treasures”
“Fall Retreat”
“Flying Carpets”
“Art in the Park”
“The Promenade ”
“Tilt Shopping Center ”
“Basquiat Lives”
“L.A. Freeway”
“Field of Dreams”
“Spring”
“Forbidden Fruit”
“Farmer's Market”
“Opening Day At The Aquarium”
“Beachin'”
“Pink Sand Beach ”
“Flowering Trees”
“Tres Trees”
“Neverland”
“Jordan Winery”
“The Valley”
“The Ranch”
“My Secret Place”
“Purple Hills”
“Sapphire Lake”
“To Pasture”
“River of No Return”
“Long Road Home”
“Guardian Angel”
“Repulse Bay”
“Cherry Blossom Time”
“Ballooning”
“Magical Meeting”
“The Falls”
“Spring Thaw”
“Fantastic Forest”
“The Peaks”
“First Frost”
“Sunshower ”
“Flying Fish”
“Silver Pond”
“Willow Weep For Me”
“The Jacarandas”
“Country Road”
“The Blue Canoe”
“Mount Whitney”
“Mojave Sunset”
“Whippets ”
“The Grotto”
“The Long Wait”
“Thoughts ”
“The Fisherman”
“Spectrum”
“Portait of an Artist”
“Rhapsody”
“Night at the Opera”
“Through A Glass Brightly”
“Prima Ballerina”
“Moved To Dance”
“The Toe Dancer”
“The Red Hat”
“Red Shoes”
“The Clock”
“Shimmer”
“Sunbather”
“Waiting for Godot”
“Pink Lady”
“Pony Express”
“Morning Run”
“The Midnight Messenger”
“Gweniviere”
“Mommie Dearest”
“The Fan Club ”
“Masquerade”
“En Vogue”
“The Art Committee”
“The Knitter”
“Sox”
“Separation”
“Mister”
“Stop ”
“Huntress”
“Persephone”
“Madonna and Child”
“Kitsch”
“The L'il Joker”
“Balloons ”
“Iona Lisa”
“Bullseye”
“The Couple”
“Laila ”
“Shahrzad”
“The Four Graces”
“Egypt Revisited”
“Vanessa”
“Fan Dancer Triptych”
“Zza Zza”
“Bustle Back”
“Spring Fever”
“Parasol ”
“Strolling Lady ”
“Black Tie Affair”
“The Migration”
“Set Free ”
“The Coming ”
“The Search Party”
“Indian Bracelets ”
“Trigger”
“Totem ”
“Chief Dreamer ”
“Rain Dancers ”
“Feather Dance ”
“Bird Dancer”
“The Fox”
“Indian Blankets”
“Indian Corn”
“Spirit of the West”
“Footprints”
“Fire Dance ”
“Mayan Madness”
“Mojave Sunset”
“Lovebirds of Santa Fe”
“My Indian ”
“Bullseye”
“Starry Starry Night”
“Tomahawks”
“The Ocerinas ”
“Glass Pinata”
“Teno”
“Sign of the Cross”
“Mayan Bonesetter ”
“Azteca ”
“Yes It Is Me ”
“Little Golden Bird ”
“Copper Canyon Abstracted ”
“Albuquerque”
“Prophecy”
“Tsunami”
“Earthquake”
“Apocalypse”
“Why”
“Dear Dad”
“Dancing in the Dark ”
“The Storm”
“Lead Them to Heaven”
“nine eleven”
“Lest We Forget”
“Tears”
“Brothers”
“Birdie”
“Africanz”
“Prophecy”
“Bracelets ”
“Ayesha”
“Akeem #1 ”
“Alter Ego”
“Boots”
“Mulu”
“Pipe Dreams”
“Reflections”
“Sisters”
“Trilogy”
“Fish Girl”
“Matilda”
“Apples and Oranges”
“Ursaline”
“Africa ”
“Masai Warrior”
“Music Man”
“The Hornblower ”
“The Tribe ”
“Laila”
“The Midnight Messenger ”
“Topiary Treasures ”
“Puss N' Boots ”
“Golden Boy”
“Squabble”
“Breakfast”
“Crystal”
“Fowl Play”
“Trigger ”
“Morning Run”
“Reflections In A Pond”
“Pony Express ”
“Gweniviere”
“Bunny Love ”
“Pinto Pony”
“Stampede”
“Bird ”
“Peacock ”
“Cherry Blossom Time”
“Cheetah”
“Junior”
“Blowfish ”
“The Creature”
“Paper Tiger ”
“Something Fishy”
“Subterranea”
“Leapin' Lizards ”
“Antar”
“Jump For Joy”
“Seabiscuit”
“Set Free”
