“Happy Hour”

Sketch by PT Russell

A politician and a voter celebrate their government’s recent change in administration.

The artwork is a Mixed Media sketch from a collection of drawings I did dubbed, “Night Scribbles.”

Happy Hour was sketched on 9×12 Canson Watercolor paper.

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“Annabelle”

Art by PT Russell

The character of Annabelle was first created using only acrylic paints.

Annabelle-Mae Fox visits the Bahamas, the country of her birth after living abroad for over 20 years.

In this particualr piece, we find her at Taino Beach, Grand Bahama enjoying a moment of solitude.

In addition to acrylics, Mungyo and Sennelier oil pastels were also used in the painting.

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“SACRIFICE”

ART By PT Russell

Sacrifice serves as a visual devotional to women enduring, and who are survivors of intimate abuse. Specifically those subjected to the perfidious nature of cultural misogyny.

These beautiful women are unarmored gladiators, literally trapped in an arena with a ferocious lion.

The image was meant to depict strength in weakness and bravado during  a time of great vulnerability.

I wanted “Sacrifice,”  to bring awareness to defenceless women everywhere. Women confined to cages of solecism; discarded and subjected to emotional degradation.

Imprudent words are the invisible fusillade that infiltrate, decimating the mental fortitude of its victims.

A contentious episode could feel apocalyptic to anyone having to fight for the perpetuity of their dignity, and possibly even their life.

(Written by PT Russell)

“SACRIFICE,” debuted in NonBinary Review’s #23 APOCALYPSE Issue Please get your copy today!

My Favorite Phillis Wheatley Poem

A Hymn to the Evening

Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev’ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night’s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.

by Phillis Wheatley