some oil paintings

led to still waters

led to green pastures

flow/in the zone

cross-section of my head

lovers

comes toward you raising a snake

i dreamed i was following a horse

alien in the dark

fighting is a struggling over bones

these are all oil paintings on canvas. i haven't painted in oil in 6 years and i never thought i'd use them again. some of the latter ones i feel iffy about but i posted them anyway. the ones at the top are the ones i worked on first.. then a sort of jumbled mixed up order.

also, i haven't posted in a very long time because i've been working hard to make some sort of living in the real world. it's felt unbalanced between working hard with my body outside my house and not doing much art or focusing on the internal world- sorta like running only on caffeine and sugar. i haven't gotten much artly sustenance lately so i plan to get back into that, more.

thank you for your patience and for your time in reading this post.
much love
lisa cline

new book!

I finally finished a new book!

frontcover/backcover.

"Three Stories" is available at Quimby's and Chicago Comics. Check it out!

Here are some other sketches from recent days:

end violence against the peoples.


end violence against women.


hope.

acceptance/pliability

nativity for mother

pulling a needle out of the eye/worship/in your head

bunny jam

doodling

it feels like the season/mistletoe

where three become two become one

fruitwalk

girls in the forest

sometimes you want to run or there are so many running voices in your head but you have to wait/endurance.

during a critique at school, my teacher would ask us to identify our strongest and weakest pieces. often the pieces we thought were weakest were what he thought were the best.
I think sometimes we don't like what we don't recognize.. allowing, accepting something outside of ourselves, something foreign and new, into our selves.
the danger of the comfort zone.
give me open eyes to recognize those things I don't understand that are good for me
give me an open heart towards those things that require my pliability in order to accept

tolstoy thoughts

My heart has broken after reading Tolstoy's Hadji Murat.
A brave, sincere and honest minority being crushed under overwhelming forces, but standing unswayed and determined until the end.
What is it about this theme that grabs our hearts - and why is it in our world that the minority is never allowed to win?
Maybe the important thing to be learned is not in their lives being saved -
We cling to the importance of life. We try to protect and maintain it at any cost. Life can seem a threatened spark in the night.
But there's something more important than life..
Something larger and more beautiful than what human bodies can bear to contain.

"unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.."

art for family +1

new years card for father at beloved father's request


birthday card for soon-to-be-new-mother beloved sister


part one of short story collection i am working on!!

snow outside

lovers in heaven

snakes/what've we done/blood that can't be washed off

the stars looked like eyes and dancing idly in the garden until noticing a dark shadow looming from behind

monkeys feel your love too

seven degrees of separation after cutting off your finger into sea creature

i thought it was convoluted but you disagreed (it was all beautiful in the end)

hide me find me

"Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood."

Yukio Mishima

images from japan most recent to latest

some sort of seductress/femme fatale/watch out caesar!

i was riding my horse but someone was watching me and it felt awkward

imminent doom but why are you looking so calm woman

leaves from outer space/alien leaves

i don't think you can pass through here/oh i meant no harm

please save our souls/but they are mockingly amusedly watching

here is some water/please no/but i must

pet the feed the zoo bear/maybe someday you will be free

hmm/watching/this is how i often feel when i'm talking at a table

watch out man/woah man

mixin'mixin' and the waiter

out of the woods came a wizard with a cookie

being gentle helps brings the birds

feeling lonely with the birds despite open window

hey man check out our noses man/whats with our noses man what what?

GOAL FOR THE MONTH: MAKE A NEW BOOK (YES)