@Pxnnalanso a.k.a. Pen is an airy Hispanic Aquarius, who considers herself a creator, writing student of the United Kingdom and directs “Pennsprivateparty.wordpress.com.” She joined twitter some time in February  of 2018 and stumbled across a few of my tweets and writings and was pleasantly pleased enough with my ideas of art that she chose to follow me. 

 She was even gracious enough to give me encouragement on my art and become an addition to my compilation of beautiful faces.

The most interesting feature of this wonderful writer is not only the hands that penned a letter to the

Prime Minister of England with a fluidity and sharpness of an adept wielder of a rapier, but she has a mouth that curves in the most exotic of angles, dripping with a humor and bliss that comes with her youth and confidence in her ability to hold her own in the halls of the classic laureates.

I was surprised that she could appreciate my form of writing and the content. I was certain my stance on the world would turn her off and she would never grace my platform and galleries again. Yet she remains and my private servers are filled with her smiling face that gives me so much pleasure.

Miles of ocean, culture, motivations and internal desires separate us but thanks to the internet, we are able to open a portal and through the looking glass, send lights of beauty, and warmth to one another. In the hope of pleasing one another. It really is fantastic in what I’ve been able to accomplish in the way of Fantasy Art based on a real person. When I look at Pen all I see is a gorgeous woman who has bewitched me, beyond reason. Someone I am willing to bend the knee for but have little hope that she will ever knight me. So I hold onto this picture, a face I will always remember.

Yes, the ideas I hear on the radio are ok, but my taste in music is her face.

I am really at a loss as to what I can compare this style of art to; I can’t call it Fine Art though at times it reminds me of Fine Art. I can’t call it a pin-up from the 50’s or vintage art from the 30’s, it has a flavor of all though. A million worlds swirling like milk in tea and as I look over the rim of innate deep rich colors, all I see is her face.

Have you ever seen someone once and from the first glance, knew they would be a person you never forget?

Was it something they said? The way they smiled or posed for the camera? Have you ever been star struck by someone that did not have to sit in a beauty parlor for hours to enhance their glamour for a thirty-minute commercial, you’ll never remember?

What do you do when you see a person like that? What is the proper response to admirations and infatuations?

I am just the artist. I am not as fortunate as the man or woman that gets to hold the image that leaves me restless.

I am just the artist. I am not as important as the person that can simply walk into the room and make her smile or encourage her to speak to them.

I am just the artist who sits with his pen and in a thousand lines re-creates a joy many of her circle are already accustomed to.

 From what I have learned of her, she is a ball of passionate energy, a humanitarian and witchy in regards to nature. She describes herself as a, “Spirit in a body.” I really enjoyed this thought of her. Natural and controlled by the desires of her heart and they are known by the messages she writes and to those closet to her. She is a canvas of a few tattoos that adorn her hear and there, The “Flower of Life,” on her chest, also the “Om and a Sun” on her right forearm. The “Alchemy symbol of creation.” I am sure since that she has been blazing a poetic trail where ever she happens to be. At peace with the world and the world of her own creation. I also have a om and a sun on my right forearm. The alchemy symbol of creation on my left

She was very pleased with my renditions of her and I dare say, since no one has ever drawn her before, I have once again aided in making history. Which makes the entire endeavor more intimidating that drawing portraits already are. I was asked once did I suffer from trepidation in the midst of a project and before beginning to draw Penny I always felt I did not have the issue. In fact as a child and young adult I could not stand portraits. They were too easy, too traditional, too boring to bring to the attention of the public  and expect them to retain the amount of interest, I, the artist am inclined to have for a “Still Life,” production. Then Penny came along with her Spanish Aquarius features, a flash of golden brown hair. Deep brown eyes and delicious smile and I could care less about how the world feels about vintage art or avant-garde developments, this queen of prose and thought, had to be added to my collection of inspiring women that has only seemed to grow in mass as the days grow longer.

Typically, it takes me three days to finish a piece of art. I have been working on Penny for a week and may extend the process to satisfy my desire to bring out more luster from the canvas. I have been commended on the bold application of color and deep lines in the past and wanted to achieve an intensity, I can’t say I have a reference for. I also wanted to have more time with this particular muse, to the disappointment of my other clients, and pro-bono commissioners. Many of them have felt neglected due to my present preoccupation.

Though I have begun to feel, if I must continue to be a “starving artist,” I’d much rather be at peace with myself and not be stressed by applicants who refuse to pay for requested pieces of art. I also did not want to think about myself for a while. I did not want to think about my dwindling correspondences, lack of a social life, lack of potential buyers, willing to take what I have to offer, add it to their cycle of showcases or put them in a compilation of books to assist in inspiring the thousands of would be creators to fill their homes with the works made by hand from those like me, destined to fade with time.

I look at my works and volumes of eclectic ideas yet to be disclosed and wonder how the world of art will change in ten years. This desire to not think about the pressure that is building in my own imaginative and reflexive mind, has allowed me to delve deep into the writings of Penny and find in her a kindred relation.

A precious stone covered in oms, flowers, stars, surrounded by a flame that has warmed my heart.