Paintings, drawings, photography, sculptures and woodworking by artist Paul Woggy
Lilith sits in solitude in the chill autumn morning, sipping on the warm nectar of life, watching the scene in front of her as if on time delay. The leaves explode from the trees like vibrant fireworks. Landing on the ground, the earth sucks the color right out of them. Wilted and decayed, they disappear as new life springs up. Lilith smiles—there’s even more beauty in the full story.
9″x12″ Pastel on Paper
The last light slips through the trees. Today, the forest was quiet and rewarding, the journey successful. Even so, each step grew heavier on his return. It’s dinner time already—the kits must be concerned. Rounding the corner small faces appear, eyes wide, pressed to the window, being rocked by happy tails. He straightens. The weight of the worry drops away. Everything’s OK, now it’s time to eat and play.
9″x12″ Pastel on Paper
Oren takes in a deep breath of the calm silence. Content with the view, relaxed yet vigilant. He will glow softly through the darkness. Ward away the things that go bump in the night. There won’t be any whimpering kits on his watch. No bad dreams for chipmunks. The forest can sleep. He may be small, but Oren is ready. The night is safe.
9″x12″ Pastel on Paper
Long ago, the city asked him to guard its walls. Staring out at the dark forest—ready to defend against some unknown attack. The city has forgotten him. The forest did not. Patiently, the vines claim the city’s servant as their own—welcoming him into the protective darkness with a full embrace.
9″x12″ Pastel on Paper
There are no lines to wait in. No rules to follow. The only schedule is sunrise and sunset. The only weight to carry fit in your pack. This is our happy place—and our enjoyment can’t be confined. An escape from the grayness of coloring within the lines. This is what’s real.
12″x18″ Pastel on Paper
9″x12″ Pastel on Paper
The wolf teaches with passion—today’s lesson: how to be a robot. “Robots wear metal skins to keep their soft sparks safe,” he says. “But you can dance like this when you just can’t keep it in.” Teddy watches with unblinking focus—infinite spinning wheels. Did he understand? No matter—the dance goes on for the joy of sharing.
20″x26″ Acrylic on Canvas