Amber Art NYC

Lacuna by Amber D'Amato When I was drawing this I was running out of ink and my gold leafing pen was dying. R.I.P. Lacuna (n.) A blank space; a missing part. In college when I was a Creative Writing major with a concentration in poetry, I wrote a poem called, Lacuna Sacrifice. It was about missing my boyfriend who I knew was wrong for me and I was wrong for him. Isn't that odd how we physically get lovesick for someone, like a drug addiction? A year later the movie, Eternal Sunshine for a Spotless Mind, came out. I was moved by the character's desire to erase each other from their minds. It was a beautiful coincidence that the mind erasing business was called, Lacuna. What are the chances? A year after that we started talking again, the ex & I discovered that we both saw that movie and thought about each other while watching it. I wonder if there is a word for that moment in my life? Sometimes you are haunted by people. It doesn't mean you are right for ...

Cingulomania by Amber D'Amato Nothing like crouching up to someone you love and planting a big kiss on them. Cingulomania (n.) A strong desire to hold a person in your arms.

Gigil by Amber D'Amato Gigil (n.) The irresistible urge to squeeze someone because you love them.

Inktober Day 31 by Amber D'Amato The last Inktober prompt was Friend. I chose my friend Susannah because she is beautiful, a sweetheart, and confident. I admire her.

Sehnsucht by Amber D'Amato Sehnsucht (n.) "The inconsolable longing in the human heart for we know not what" - A yearning for a far, familiar, non-earthly land one can identify as one's home. Women styled like this always look so beautiful to me, like a gorgeous sad song you can't stop listening to. They have the look of angst, discontent and otherworldliness to them. They look like they want to belong somewhere else and are waiting to explore that.

Ukiyo by Amber D'Amato Ukiyo (n.) literally "The Floating World" - living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life.

Inktober Day 30 by Amber D'Amato I probably should have burned the edges of the burn prompt. Oh well. Here's my interpretation of a wreck. ;-) It felt good to burn the edges of this page.