Autumn Rozario Hall- Portfolio

Select Paintings and Mixed Media

"I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees.
~from Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver

	mixed media. Available	Truths are told among the thorns. The time has come for lasts year’s growth to bear the fruit of winter’s dreaming. Beckoning from the brambles, leading you from the path, a fractured flutter. A faerie promise. She whispers from the floricanes. I find it fittingly poignant that wild black raspberries only bear fruit on the canes that grew the previous year. The brambles that appear withered and dried, are in fact only sleeping. This is often true in our own lives when we find that moment after
The reflection upon dark river, where light kissed the water was full of longing. As if she could reach out her hand, reach through water and space and cradle that which called to her.	"If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky You can hide underneath me and come out at night When I turn jet black, And you show off your light. I live to let you shine" ~ Gregory and the Hawk These rare creatures are most likely glimpsed on nights where a full moon graces the sky. They absorb energy from the moon's light with the gems upon their foreheads. Little is known about Moon Owls, since like many faerie creatures they seem to have disappeared from the night sky.	Listen dear heart, to the chitter of sparrows, the cooing of morning doves, the swell of the red-wing black bird. Listen, but do not forget yourself. Acrylic mixed media on wood panel. 14"x 18"
Faerie ring, the rising spring. Come away, come away. Through the forest deep, where spirits sleep and music bids me wander. Available	Alcohol Inks	~The promise of starlight, following firefly flickers. Will we cross the bridge of dreams together? Inspired by old, enchanted forests.
Draconia Lepidoptera is one of the smallest surviving dragons. She is often mistaken for a butterfly because of her delicate iridescent wings. Draconia Lepidoptera are quite rare, as they require a large amount of nectar. Along with other pollinators, they too suffer from habitat loss. But plant a bed of spring blooms and native flowers and you may see the glint of scales and flash of wings that means your very own butterfly dragon has made its home in your garden.	A frequent visitor of gardens, and sunny meadows, Draconia Lepidoptera is one of the smallest surviving dragons. She is often mistaken for a butterfly because of her delicate wings. Draconia Lepidoptera are quite rare, as they require a large amount of nectar. Along with other pollinators, they too suffer from habitat loss. But plant a bed of spring blooms and native flowers and you may see the glint of scales and flash of wings that means your very own butterfly dragon is in your garden.	To be fleeting, mercurial, fae. To burn bright as silver, warm as summer, but in a moment gone. What are some things you find beautiful, but fleeting? I wanted to capture the vibrancy of the dragonfly in this painting. I used lots of metallic paints, and added the crackling edges to echo the patterns of a dragonfly's wing, while also touching on the idea of entropy.
The spirit of winter came to visit and it took the form of a large bear. Winter was gentle, and took the child riding upon its back and together they saw many sights overlooked by most. Castles of ice crystals, mosaics of frost. They explored weaving tunnels dug by arctic mice, and tasted the freshness of sugar snow. Then Winter held the child tight, sheltered from the bitter wind and set the child gently dreaming back	This painting was inspired by my cousin Pinky Hernandez I call her Angel de Puerto Rico. I'm sure you've heard about the devastation following Hurricane Maria. The Island is still without power and 3.5 million of our people need help. I've been working on fundraising with prints of this painting. I'm donating 85% of each print to the Hispanic Federations Unidos fund for Puerto Rico.	This is the first painting in a new series that focuses on pushing the elements of mixed media further than I have in the past. The objective is to create a piece that embodies a theme or idea by using both painted imagery and actual objects. Believe is about the need to create and how personal belief in yourself is necessary to grow.
	Reminiscent of all things dreamy and fleeting. I sought to capture the moments of hope found after just waking, whether it be from a daydream or from sleep. Media used includes acrylic paint, cardboard, jewelry, small pearl gems, papers and more.	She remembered dancing under stars, and dew stained toes, and doe eyed looks. Each maiden wore an ivy crown each fairy fair, a mask of gold. 8x10"

The Possibility of Fireflies	The Faerie Hill	The Dreaming Tree
Seelie Song ~Let not yourself be an instrument played by many greedy hands. This painting is inspired by my thoughts on faerie music. Those wild compelling melodies that require you to dance, to grow, to change in maybe strange ways. Many folktales tell of the enchanting beauty of faerie song, and the dangers. This painting was done on a cradle wood panel. I really love how you can see the wood grain. Media used includes: collaged book pages, acrylic paint, tissue paper, and snake skin. 14"x18"	While Innocence Slept ~Harboring spring, withing in a heart buried deep. Acrylic and mixed media on canvas. 11"x14" Available through penumbra gallery	Innocence and the Forest Beast Sweet moments, how they pass like summer's sighing.11"x14" acrylic over book pages on canvas.
Her Midnight ~Flush, Flutter, Sigh..... A 6"x8" acrylic painting on stonehenge paper.	Blackberry Night ~Wind sighing through the leaves, secrets whispered upon the breeze. Flickering light, and deepest pollen. I have a secret. Sneaking through tall grass.The clinking of bottles. Will you meet me on Blackberry night? 9"x12" acrylic on paper. Available.	Dark Charlotte Series: Days Like a Passing Shadow. 8"x10" acrylic and ink on paper. Available.
Heart Seed ~Her heart was meant to grow, as a seed cracking open, as a flower unfolding. Leaf prints from wild mint. Available	Of Earth and Stars Abiding Inspired by the night sky, stars, and nebula that can look so tiny when gazing up, but when fully realized leave the viewer with a sense of smallness in return. It touches on ideas of bio-luminescence and transformation. She is growing, becoming the sky.	Luminea ~The gentle light of a dreaming star. The third painting in my star series.6.5x8.5" matted to 8x10". available
Softly Nova This painting is inspired by nova, the beautiful light given off by a dying star. I find it compelling that such stars shine the brightest before they fade. This metaphor is extended to the figure, who's own light is beginning to rival that of the stars around her.	Stepping Sideways This moment in the woods, I walk as though enchanted. Lead by forest murmurs, and tiny prodding hands, I lose the path behind me. For calling just beyond, an ash tree's heart is beating, and silver leaves are growing, and what I thought were fireflies is dancing fairy light. Acrylic on paper. Available	Goblin Fruit Series: Days Like a Passing Shadow. 11"x14" Acrylic on paper. available
Once We Were Series: Days Like a Passing Shadow. 11"x14" acrylic on illustration board.	Petal Pulling Time For this piece I’ve returned to the setting of Iowa’s rural prairie and landscape. As you may know, prairie restoration is a subject near to my heart. But why was it destroyed in the first place? In this piece I address a few ideas. A main element is the idea of petal pulling. 11"x14" acrylic on paper. Available	A Shiver in the Roots She is daughter, she is mother, she is earth seeking tendrils of root and vine. She is waking, she is growing she is flower, forest, and bitter wine. Earth is quaking, thoughts are shaking loose. Now there's a shiver in these roots of mine. Inspired by women who dare to dream and grow. Available.
Be the Soil to the Seed 8"x10" acrylic on Stonehenge paper. Available	Queen Red Of Longing and otherness.	Allegory of Snow White
Rising like Hope	Cicada Song	Ephemera antique key, cicada wings, and little enchantments
Ephemera 2 Monarch wings, antique key, candles, and magic. mixed media.	The Dusters	The Dusters' Gift
Threads of Hope and Hurting Pull the thread tight. Sew through sinew and milk skin and light. Be braver than dragons, sing sweeter than sirens. Be strong, for you were meant to make your own wings. Be strong, for the healing hurts. 6"x8" acrylic on Stonehenge paper.

Select Paintings and Mixed Media

mixed media. Available

The reflection upon dark river, where light kissed the water was full of longing. As if she could reach out her hand, reach through water and space and cradle that which called to her.

Listen dear heart, to the chitter of sparrows, the cooing of morning doves, the swell of the red-wing black bird. Listen, but do not forget yourself. Acrylic mixed media on wood panel. 14"x 18"

Faerie ring, the rising spring. Come away, come away. Through the forest deep, where spirits sleep and music bids me wander. Available

Alcohol Inks

~The promise of starlight, following firefly flickers. Will we cross the bridge of dreams together? Inspired by old, enchanted forests.

Reminiscent of all things dreamy and fleeting. I sought to capture the moments of hope found after just waking, whether it be from a daydream or from sleep. Media used includes acrylic paint, cardboard, jewelry, small pearl gems, papers and more.

She remembered dancing under stars, and dew stained toes, and doe eyed looks. Each maiden wore an ivy crown each fairy fair, a mask of gold. 8x10"

The Possibility of Fireflies

The Faerie Hill

The Dreaming Tree

Seelie Song

While Innocence Slept

~Harboring spring, withing in a heart buried deep. Acrylic and mixed media on canvas. 11"x14" Available through penumbra gallery

Innocence and the Forest Beast

Sweet moments, how they pass like summer's sighing.11"x14" acrylic over book pages on canvas.

Her Midnight

~Flush, Flutter, Sigh..... A 6"x8" acrylic painting on stonehenge paper.

Blackberry Night

~Wind sighing through the leaves, secrets whispered upon the breeze. Flickering light, and deepest pollen. I have a secret. Sneaking through tall grass.The clinking of bottles. Will you meet me on Blackberry night? 9"x12" acrylic on paper. Available.

Dark Charlotte

Series: Days Like a Passing Shadow. 8"x10" acrylic and ink on paper. Available.

Heart Seed

~Her heart was meant to grow, as a seed cracking open, as a flower unfolding. Leaf prints from wild mint. Available

Of Earth and Stars Abiding

Inspired by the night sky, stars, and nebula that can look so tiny when gazing up, but when fully realized leave the viewer with a sense of smallness in return. It touches on ideas of bio-luminescence and transformation. She is growing, becoming the sky.

Luminea

~The gentle light of a dreaming star. The third painting in my star series.6.5x8.5" matted to 8x10". available

Softly Nova

This painting is inspired by nova, the beautiful light given off by a dying star. I find it compelling that such stars shine the brightest before they fade. This metaphor is extended to the figure, who's own light is beginning to rival that of the stars around her.

Stepping Sideways

Goblin Fruit

Series: Days Like a Passing Shadow. 11"x14" Acrylic on paper. available

Once We Were

Series: Days Like a Passing Shadow. 11"x14" acrylic on illustration board.

Petal Pulling Time

A Shiver in the Roots

She is daughter, she is mother, she is earth seeking tendrils of root and vine. She is waking, she is growing she is flower, forest, and bitter wine. Earth is quaking, thoughts are shaking loose. Now there's a shiver in these roots of mine. Inspired by women who dare to dream and grow. Available.

Be the Soil to the Seed

8"x10" acrylic on Stonehenge paper. Available

Queen Red

Of Longing and otherness.

Allegory of Snow White

Rising like Hope

Cicada Song

Ephemera

antique key, cicada wings, and little enchantments

Ephemera 2

Monarch wings, antique key, candles, and magic. mixed media.

The Dusters

The Dusters' Gift

Threads of Hope and Hurting

Pull the thread tight. Sew through sinew and milk skin and light. Be braver than dragons, sing sweeter than sirens. Be strong, for you were meant to make your own wings. Be strong, for the healing hurts. 6"x8" acrylic on Stonehenge paper.

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