"Smile, O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of the departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!...
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!...
Smile, for your lover comes."
--Walt Whitman
Recent Paintings
The first painting finished in my new studio!June 2009
"The Bright Wild World" Oil on masonite "24x30" Unframed $250.00
"Commercial St. Trinidad, CO" 
"Johnson Mesa Moon" Oil on Paper Approx. 14"x18". $300.00 
"El Ray" Commissioned piece July 2008
"Digging the Well" 24"x36" Painted June 2008.
"Mother Earth Father Sky" Oil on Gallery Wrapped Canvas 24"x30" $450.00Email me at robinlassiterart@gmail.com to purchase this piece painted June 2008.
"Galloping Blue" Oil on 24"x36" Gallery Wrapped Canvas. $450.00 + shipping. Contact me at robinlassiterart@gmail.com to purchase this piece painted June of 2008.
" The Boat" Oil on Gallery wrapped canvas 24"x30" SOLDEmail me at robinlassiterart@gmail.com to purchase this piece painted May 2008
"Someday Home" 8"x8" Oil on Paper SOLD Thanks, Mary!
" Self Portrait" First I've done since high school. Who am I again??
"Raven Dream" pencil and pen on paper...
"Galloping Blue" Oil on 24"x36" Gallery Wrapped Canvas. $450.00 + shipping. Contact me at robinlassiterart@gmail.com to purchase this piece painted June of 2008.
" The Boat" Oil on Gallery wrapped canvas 24"x30" SOLD
"Someday Home" 8"x8" Oil on Paper SOLD 
" Self Portrait" First I've done since high school. 
For several nights, I had been dreaming that a Raven was swooping down at me from behind. I would know that it was coming, and change the dream, or wake up. Finally, on Tuesday night, he swooped from behind, and then forced his way in front of me so that I had to acknowledge him. He had a bone... a human bone... in his beak. I had to take it, even though it felt like a great responsiblity. Trying to figure this dream out, and trying not to take myself too seriously...
01/15/08
01/25/08 - Now I see why I dreamed about the Raven.
My Mother's Dream - oil on paper 11"x18" SOLD
My Mother's Dream - oil on paper 11"x18" SOLD More Paintings
"Butterfly Woman 2" Oil on Paper approx 18"x22". SOLD. Thank you, Dani!
"Splatter Horse" Acrylic on wrapped-edge Canvas 24"x30"SOLD
Email me at robinlassiterart@gmail.com to purchase this piece painted April 2008.
"Adam's Horse" 24"x28" oil on masonite. $450.00 Framed
SOLD... Thanks so much, Dani!
This painting was directly inspired by a poem that Adam Robinson sent to me. You can read the beautiful and powerful work below. You can email Adam at AdamTreyRobinson@aol.com.
Night Horses
The mountains were black that night, hugged by an ink line road invisible and small. Stars breathed their stories to three horses, naked and wild. We traveled fast in metal; we traveled fast in a borrowed car. We traveled without thinking, hugging the line without dreaming, intent on the end of our moving.
I floated inside of you, more precious than the secret distance in your heart. I might have been the things you never told him, things you knew yourself only in sleeping. My twin and I were your promise of safety, refuge in the ordinary world of tangible desire.
There are times when fire will warm you, times when it can kill, times when the flames are a lifetime, old and breathing still.
The horses were beautiful with that muscular flow of energy reserved for thunderstorms and wildfires, their long-legged racing keeping them just ahead of the desert wind. In the thick darkness, their backs reflected the ancient light of pictures sent down from the stars. They were as fundamental as a handprint in a cave, as vivid as a first-drawn breath.
The accident was fast enough to stop the earth. Each aspect of devastation moved, jagged and strange, like shadows in firelight gripped by the stop and start beginning of a violent storm. The horses looked solid black and then straight at us, frozen, bathed in light. The center horse was ripped apart, given to the earth, bathed in blood. The lead horse reared and screamed as our metal shell flew over the trailing horse.
The car doors flew open and sparks scattered like rubies where metal hit the road. The road itself had changed from a lifeline to a blade, lifting to separate flesh from bone.
In a hospital on the Mexican border I floated beside the body of my twin. He had chosen to travel with the middle horse, his spirit captured and startled by the terror-filled scream and flight of the lead horse. In the instant of that shriek, my twin had twisted and kicked and then given himself back to the stars.
He is a handprint on my heart, a first-drawn breath made of light.
The mountains were black that night, hugged by an ink line road invisible and small. Stars breathed their stories to three horses, naked and wild. We traveled fast in metal; we traveled fast in a borrowed car. We traveled without thinking, hugging the line without dreaming, intent on the end of our moving.
I floated inside of you, more precious than the secret distance in your heart. I might have been the things you never told him, things you knew yourself only in sleeping. My twin and I were your promise of safety, refuge in the ordinary world of tangible desire.
There are times when fire will warm you, times when it can kill, times when the flames are a lifetime, old and breathing still.
The horses were beautiful with that muscular flow of energy reserved for thunderstorms and wildfires, their long-legged racing keeping them just ahead of the desert wind. In the thick darkness, their backs reflected the ancient light of pictures sent down from the stars. They were as fundamental as a handprint in a cave, as vivid as a first-drawn breath.
The accident was fast enough to stop the earth. Each aspect of devastation moved, jagged and strange, like shadows in firelight gripped by the stop and start beginning of a violent storm. The horses looked solid black and then straight at us, frozen, bathed in light. The center horse was ripped apart, given to the earth, bathed in blood. The lead horse reared and screamed as our metal shell flew over the trailing horse.
The car doors flew open and sparks scattered like rubies where metal hit the road. The road itself had changed from a lifeline to a blade, lifting to separate flesh from bone.
In a hospital on the Mexican border I floated beside the body of my twin. He had chosen to travel with the middle horse, his spirit captured and startled by the terror-filled scream and flight of the lead horse. In the instant of that shriek, my twin had twisted and kicked and then given himself back to the stars.
He is a handprint on my heart, a first-drawn breath made of light.
"Apishapa Night" 18"x26" Oil on Canvas. $400.SOLD... Thanks Jennifer!!
"Fall Colors" Oil on Masonite 24"x24" $400. SOLD
"The Drive Home" oil on masonite. 24"x 36" Framed. $600 + Shipping
"Flowers at Night" oil on masonite. 24"x30" Framed. SOLD!! Thanks so much, Nancy and Daphne!
Email me at robinlassiterart@gmail.com to purchase this piece painted August 2007.
Artist Statement
I am bursting at the seams to paint and paint and paint. I want to fall into the colors and shapes and get away from this sharp world... or enter it more completely. I want to paint to somehow, painfully, achingly, express my duality. I want all and nothing. I want people to see the world as I see it, but I jealously protect my true self and prevent that. I am not a writer, so I will use others' words to express what I feel. My hope is that I will someday touch the same things that these artists touched. Is it all there for anyone to brush against, or is it a secret thing? I feel myself inexorably drawn toward it.
Unknown:
"An Artist is Someone Who Trusts Herself. "
from "The Forest Lover" by Susan Vreeland, about Emily Carr
"Paint the forest darker."
"The current art movement in Paris aims not to reproduce subjects but to represent them through color. It seeks to penetrate the nature of things by bolder brushwork, to interpret by exaggeration, and to convey form with light and color rather than using them as mere decoration on a form. The artist's goal should be to make the strongest possible presentation of his emotional reaction to a subject by using bold color and strong linear patterns."
"The new ideas are big and they fit this big glorious West. I do not say mine is the only way to paint. I only say it's the way that appeals to me."
"Life was short, and shorter still the number of years a person felt bold enough to face a blank canvas"
from "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman
"You shall possess the good of the earth and sun."
"Smile, O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of the departed sunset - earth of the mountains misty-topt!...
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!...
Smile, for your lover comes."
Frida Kahlo
"They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality."
Georgia O'Keeffe
"Objective painting is not good painting unless it is good in the abstract sense. A hill or tree cannot make a good painting just because it is a hill or tree. It is lines and colors put together so that they may say something."
Unknown:
"An Artist is Someone Who Trusts Herself. "
from "The Forest Lover" by Susan Vreeland, about Emily Carr
"Paint the forest darker."
"The current art movement in Paris aims not to reproduce subjects but to represent them through color. It seeks to penetrate the nature of things by bolder brushwork, to interpret by exaggeration, and to convey form with light and color rather than using them as mere decoration on a form. The artist's goal should be to make the strongest possible presentation of his emotional reaction to a subject by using bold color and strong linear patterns."
"The new ideas are big and they fit this big glorious West. I do not say mine is the only way to paint. I only say it's the way that appeals to me."
"Life was short, and shorter still the number of years a person felt bold enough to face a blank canvas"
from "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman
"You shall possess the good of the earth and sun."
"Smile, O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of the departed sunset - earth of the mountains misty-topt!...
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!...
Smile, for your lover comes."
Frida Kahlo
"They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality."
Georgia O'Keeffe
"Objective painting is not good painting unless it is good in the abstract sense. A hill or tree cannot make a good painting just because it is a hill or tree. It is lines and colors put together so that they may say something."
How to Purchase My Art
E-mail me at robinlassiterart@gmail.com for originals, prints, greeting cards, and commissioned items.
Paintings on sale at Curiosities in Trinidad, CO.
Paintings on sale at Curiosities in Trinidad, CO.
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