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nimbus a

by Kasha Ritter $575.00
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  • the story

Spontaneous Expression

Bright and evocative, this original work of art was created by Kasha Ritter, who used a glass dropper filled with acrylic inks in lieu of a paintbrush. Aptly named Nimbus A, the piece's rich color and glossy, spontaneous textures evoke thoughts of soaring skies, running water, or even vibrant flowers. The deep blue hues on the canvas have a calming effect, and the piece is a great addition to a quiet room such as a bedroom, bathroom, or office. Different environments and lighting bring out different aspects of the work, making this unique painting endlessly versatile. Handmade in Kentucky.

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  • details
Handmade
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Item ID
24994
Made from
canvas, acrylic sealer, gessobord, wood frame, acrylic ink, semi gloss paint
Measurements
16" H x 16" W
Notes
Stretched canvas print arrives framed and ready to hang in a white semi gloss painted solid wood frame.
  • the maker

Kasha Ritter

I paint without brushes. I use the glass dropper from a jar of acrylic ink. FW acrylic ink to be exact. I owe this technique to my cat Lola. She got my attention one morning at 3:00 am by knocking over jars of acrylic ink onto a large piece of canvas as I sat staring, wondering where to begin. Watching the ink pour-a-puddle, I grabbed the dropper to save the color. Pulling it off to put it back in the jar. Then I saw it. A shape of sorts. Might be a flower, possibly a hand but definitely something had formed from this apparent mess on canvas. I happen to love messes so it was a good fit. A style is born. Meow.

I have been creative my whole life as the saying goes. I remember Harold and the Purple Crayon falling off the shelf at the library. I secretively hated books. Lacked the patience to read. But I loved this book. Simple pictures, few words and he drew on walls! My hero. This began my love of line, which I still am quite fond of. Taking a pencil, pulling the line into form amazes me even now. How one line can make an incredible shape or write beautiful words. Long live the lovely line.

I did draw a lot growing up and owe that entirely to my Nanny. Salomae Bielawa Michno. I loved her. She saw that my mischeviousnes was actually art in hiding so she sat me down with a tin of broken crayons and animal stencils and a stack of paper and I was gone. In heaven. Lost track of time. Don't talk to me. This was why I was here. To create. Something. Not sure what at this point but I sure knew I had found a part of me that was meant to be. collection

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