Fractured Essence

Is Liberal Religion a "Saving" Faith?

Draper 18 ink by k. anquoe

I Dream by k. anquoe 3ft x 4ft acrylic on canvas / on sale

“hope17″ project photos by k. anquoe june 2017 tahlequah

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50uMdoNFcN0)

melissa83.8 from the melissa project by k. anquoe 2016

melissa project 2015 #’s 109, 106, 103 by k. anquoe

melissa project excerpt #86 11.18.15 by k. anquoe

“greedy purse” by k. anquoe/ same day as earth ball bought wooden purse at yard sale, sanded off picture top and used standard black ink with two coats tung oil finish. used for cash box same night.

Earth Ball Concert collaboration poster w Nikki Payton, main face and foliage, and K. Anquoe, lettering/ Oct. 3, 2015

dancing on a green day in rain/ sunday morn church art by k. anquoe/ sept 2015

rare art friends do actually exist. sparks erupt and wine spills. dana loov loov will never be mine/ working on concert decor last week

Sortilege15. by k.anquoe/ from the continuing amanda series 2014/2015. friend james kindly acts as second model. low ink print w chalk marker, color pencil, sharpie/ julian jaynes inspired “the will of silent gods”, pg 236...found through divining.

2015 three graces by k. anquoe/ 66″ x 17″ acrylic on personal canvas. from amanda project. completed feb. for Tahlequah erotic art show. 

completed for a local benefit here in Tahlequah. Don't know who purchased.

have completed very few wood sculptures. This 2014 "Fire Holder", done on Tupelo w drimmel, has since been stained. Holds one tea candle. Just found this an effective shot. This is still not sold. ~ by kelly anquoe 

(from one distorted resection of adult childhood): "I've always told myself I'm not like them. Poor, drunk and common. By the age of 14 I had realized and acknowledged the presence of demons as a part of my daily thoughts. I noticed others had, for centuries, been trying to express them. My infatuation with the idea of someone else's tortured soul intrigued me towards looking both inside and around me for these elusive beings...possibly as muses. My best friend once scorned me for the very thing I claimed to despise...being like everyone else. Ouch. I accepted this as a truth for my life, even the distance from those close to me created at an early age...trying deviously to be different. Allowing opportunities and common ideas to become a part of the social induction I had taught myself to abhor. Practices which had also proven destructively appealing. Teenage demons and dimly lit waifs eventually brought an ancient style."