allison sommers art.

letters from home

3.5 x 5.25 gouache on illustration board.

Private moments with Private Pfefferkorn, dreaming of beautiful breasts and alpacas far far away....

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new print

Hello, folks--

Just wanted to let y'all know that Thinkspace will soon be releasing a new print of mine, Preflight.  I'm very very excited about it, I've already seen them and they look brilliant!  Hahnemuhle paper is so beautiful, it really captures a surprising color depth.
The Specs:
“Preflight”
Giclee print on Hahnemuhle Museum Etching paper
Hand-signed and numbered by me
8x10” (6.5 x 8.5” image area)

I'm in the process of considering edition size right now-- let me know in the comments whether you might be interested.

the arms dealer

4.5 x 3 gouache on illustration board.

making deliveries to the innocents... only the necessaries...

I don't know quite what happened with this scenery-- I was thinking more of Asia when I painted it, but I feel like it reminds me more of Hawaii.  Oh well, I've been to the latter, and not the former.

Anyway, happy weekend, all!  Kiss your mother.

crowded waters (the crabshell boat)

2.75 x 4.25 gouache on illustration board.

I grew up around boats.  We didn't always necessarily live close to the water, but, as a family of sailing enthusiasts will, we always managed to find our way to it more weekends than not.  I remember as a kid being completely fascinated with the harbor, maybe even more than the open bay/sea-- hanging my head over the boat, or over the dock, and trying to will the water a little clearer to see what's on the bottom and the pilings.  The interesting things underwater are so much closer in harbors, I suppose.  There was also always for me the absolute horror of falling into the water, so close to the unseen greeblies hanging on the boat & docks, waiting to snag or slime you.. eeeeeuch....    ...and even just the proximity of other boats was tantalizing, like houses that are too close together-- always a chance to glimpse someone else's life.  Or, at least, someone else's weekend.

Anyway.  I don't think these weekenders in the crabshell boat are faring very well-- all these nasty nouveau riches clogging up the harbor and all.  Steady, boys....

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