Angela Sullivan Art

Little Green Bottle by Angela Sullivan My sister gave me this little green bottle a while back. I was searching for something to paint and came across this. I intentionally wanted to add a touch of red and ended up with more than a touch. 6x6 oil on gallery wrapped canvas. To see more of my paintings visit my gallery

Standing Tall by Angela Sullivan The last in a series of three. This was such a fun experiment.  6x6 oil on gallery wrapped canvas. To purchase contact me Visit my You Tube video to see me paint this. Follow the link to my youtube channel.

Tilted Left by Angela Sullivan I just thought that once again I would paint some glass. I really like the challenge of painting it. To make it like a suggestion that reads like glass. 6x6 oil on gallery wrapped canvas. Contact me to purchase

  A Touch of Cherry by Angela Sullivan I am just a little green bird. Not sure what they call me. I think some people call me a mushroom bird. What on earth does that mean? I am not moldy and I don't grow in the ground. I am just a little bird. Well anyway the other day I was sitting on this table and saw something beautiful. Two cherries was right there just waiting for me to eat them only come to find out they were hard and I could not figure out how to eat them. Hard as a rock they were and as I tried to eat them I almost broke my beak. Then the lady of the house came by picked up the cup and drank coffee out of it. How foolish I was to think the cherries were real. I can see now that they are just painted on...just like me.  6x6 oil on gallery wrapped canvas.  JL

Some Behind When I painted this I put in the distant flowers first. Usually I paint in a different sequence but not today. Today I am a rebel. 7x5 oil on canvas panel For auction or sale at my DPW gallery just follow the link to purchase via PayPal

Little Blue Jar The little blue jar has been in the family for years, Valued and protected from the hands of children who have found it fascinating. Acrylic/ Masonite Panel 6x4 UNAVAILABLE

Little Glass Bottle I sit on the dresser day after day. Normally I would be collecting dust. But not me, I am special. I was her gift from him, a husband deeply loved. I was bought in a land far away. He searched through the market and out of a table full of other shiny bottles he picked me. He wrapped me safely in his clothes and placed me in his foot locker so I would make it back to the states unharmed. I traveled by boat and air until I made it home. Each day she passes by, picks me up and thinks of him. I am a reminder of the love she has. The man of her dreams and how blessed her live is now. I am just a Little Glass Bottle but I am special. UNAVAILABLE