My Life is Among the Lions by Alma Lee

My spirit with the eagle soars
And in lofty oaks reclines
My heart beats through the breath of God
But my life is among the lions…

Their prowess proceeds them
fresh from the liars lair
silently, stealthy, they encircle me
to capture me unawares

Adorned with their unruly manes
Highly esteemed within their Pride
Arrogance their arm bearer
And ignorance, their ride

My tongue is like a ready writer
When beyond their holdings roar…
My eyes envision Zion
And my heart is set upon the Lord

Charge they now in full assault
To subdue me with all their raging power
Know they not my Savior comes
Today, this time, in my desperate hour

So fled they then in cowardice
Humbled beneath, Lion of Judah’s King
Yes my life is among the lions
But my shelter beneath His wings…

I believe that it was Winston Churchill who referred to his depression as a "Black Dog" That maybe true, but as I have recently discovered, rebellion and angst comes as a "Black Cat" My cat T'gre to be exact. The other day after being told no he flew into a snit, pounced on me, knocked over a beautiful glass bowl my Mother gave me and proceeds to relieve himself all over my clean work clothes. I stood there in shock and he, well lets just say is unrepentant. We got through it, but I did catch myself stuttering the next time a no was in order!



About this art:
size: 11x14
Media: digital

The Second Creation of Frida

This is one of my entries for the EBSQ Frida show. A very interesting and profound woman and life.

Here's Looking at You Kid

One of my earlier works. I did this digital illustration in 2005. And once again it is my dog Codie, long since gone to doggie heaven he was my best friend for many many years. He spent more time looking and watching me than any other living creature. This is one of those moments He was a great muse!

About the Original:
size 24×24″
media: digital illustration

Retro Cuff Steampunk Bracelet

This piece of Jewelry was inspired by my cat! One day he went charging through the house like his tail was on fire, when I told him to knock it off, he did and landed right in the middle of my bead organizer. Since approaching jewelry design in any organized fashion seemed a remote possibility, I decided that a little piece work was in order.

This is a large woman's bracelet with recycled and glass beads and gears all hand stitched on a wide band of elastic.

About this piece:
Size: large
Media: various beads and adornments
Status of the Original: Not for sale

Frida: a Child the Wistful, Longing Years (Re-purposed doll)

This is a re-purposed doll I purchased at Goodwill. I bought it because it had no plastic eyes, making it much easier to paint in the figures eyes. I decided to set her gaze off to the side, because I get the feeling she was always scanning the horizon in search a new hope, a new love. I also believed that she never saw betrayal coming.

Her dress is a re-purposed vintage hankie with a recycled ribbon. The bodice of her dress is a doll necklace from the first doll I ever had.

About this piece:
Size: approx 13" tall
Media: re-purposed doll painted with oil

I am late so true
yet so much quicker
than you.
I am late again
I arrive long before
I end!

The late great white rabbit is one of my favorites as a young girl. I did however get very nervous about his lateness, and later in life my own. Seems he created a bit of a neurosis in me.

About this piece:
size: approx 7x12"
Media: metal, magnet, recycled materials and paperclay
Style: steampunk and cyberpunk
Original Status: Available from artist