Femme Fatals of Yesterday and Today
 

"Antonella"

Mixed Media
19" x 27"

     Lace, like the woman, is a mystery.  Lace fixes attention for no logical reason whatsoever.  Lace is delicate but can be surprisingly strong.  Lace is there, but it is also not there.  It says yes at the same time that it says no.  The natural affinity of lace is with woman and the combination of these two mysteries. Woman and lace, should be enough to occupy any man.

 


"Giselle"
Acrylic on art board
19" x 27"


     Why have you brought me here?  Giselle whispered; she could barely summon the courage to speak.
Fernando’s dark eyes flashed.  “Are you not woman enough to know?”
The white magnolia fell from her hair as she closed her lace parasol.








“ Mme. Vionnet’s Secret”

Watercolor/Acrylic    16” x 20”
     It was 1910, Paris.  The Moulin Rouge.  Champagne flowing freely as the dancing girls came on the stage.  One stood out.  You knew she was the best of the bad girls. It wasn’t the way she looked at a man, it was the thought behind it. The lights dimmed, show over. All the pretty girls...



"A Rose is a Rose"

Watercolor on board
 20” x 34”
     Back in the days of WWII, Ava Gardner was the buxom pinup of the day.  Silk charmeuse nightgown with oh so delicate lace and little satin slip-on cha chas (I have these in pink) was a way for a girl to greet her man home from the war.  Especially if that man sent her a rose and especially if they had matching rose tattoos.  “Welcome home, Big Boy” she says with her sultry ice blue eyes and blood red lips as he enters the candlelit room.