LLANNSKI'S LENSES
Artist Statement
Art has always been a part of my life in one way or another, academically and recreationally. Living a life of self expression through appearance, personality and through multi-dimensional visual arts, literary works, and photography. Over the years, art has carried me through different eras of my life- the highs, the lows and the moments in between. Each time I returned to creating and discovering a new way to grow and connect with my thoughts.
I make art because it helps me say the things I can’t always put into words somedays. In my practice I look for creative ways to draw and paint ideas, familiar objects and concepts. Providing visualization and conceptualizing deeper perceptions so I can work through them and so others can see a piece of themselves in it too.
My mediums are acrylic, charcoal, pencil, and marker on canvas, fabric, and paper. Blending styles of pop art, graffiti, expressionism, realism, and surrealism (figures, environments, objects, banners, murals, fonts and patterns).
Literary works consisting of narrative, descriptive, persuasive, creative, objective/ subjective and poetic styled pieces. And photography of people, environments, objects, graffiti and conceptual shots. Practicing arts from youth to present, looking to challenge artistic ability.
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My pieces shift between loud and bold, while sometimes quiet and reflective. Tossing in a fifty-fifty perspective on concepts and emotions.
More than anything, art is how I challenge and show up for myself and for others. Sharing connection, resilience, and a reminder that none of us are alone. My hope is that when someone sees my work, it gives them a moment of recognition and comfort, but inspiration each day.
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To see how llannski is sharing her passion, click here to view her works within the community.
Title: “The Exchange”
Acrylic on Canvas, 2025​​​
Unapplied pressure and I’m standing still. Is it the need for a break or the fall to comfort. The door to the flat place is always open. The light shines brightest throughout the halls.
Days leading to that time are the worst. Everything is sharpened and I’m so tired. I’m watering invisible plants from crying. The sweat. For no reason? Or all the reason to think how am I going to do this.
What’s going to happen? I can’t stop trying to see the outcome. I only want to know who is there. Am I ok? Did I get to the next floor. At what cost? The expense of me or you? The expense of this house.
I sit alone. I have so many people relying on me. Is anyone there?
I’m stuck only if I think I am. Why is this taking so long? Who’s around me?
I am the one and it’s consuming.
Leaving the comfort of you. Home. Or the home I’m carrying with me and I’m so tired. This isn’t where I end.
I toggle back and forth between digging this hole deeper and laying in the sunny grass.
As simple as a flip of a switch. The switch turning the lights on this floor. I see everything clear in bliss. All the doors, all the appreciation I have. I am the light.
I illuminate this dirt path. Watering the ground with my tears and sweat while I walk. Flowers bloom behind me. You all follow me but I’m so tired. Then you pick me up because you know this isn’t the end.
I’m building this for me. To give to you. Filled with the garden you always wanted. I want.
I know it’s always been me. Quiet. Loudly shining in this building. Who appreciates my darkness like I do? Like you do.
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