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Sheri Lauren is a Colorado based artist, she creates whimsy, quirky humor, and existential exploration through the human figure, animals, and color in acrylic and watercolor paints, pen, pencil, colored pencil, digital photography... Sheri enjoys large canvases and murals, as well as small pieces and illustration work. 

Sheri is currently creating paintings and drawings in her studio at home, illustrating a book that will be published next year, and taking orders for future illustration jobs. She also has openings for custom murals and occasional digital photography sessions.

Sheri started her "Whimsy" pen and colored pencil art series in the fall of 2013 and is illustrating several of her own plot lines. She designed a rural home in KS and created faux finishes, murals, and dyed cement floors throughout it. She graduated cum laude with a major in fine arts and minor in English from McPherson College in McPherson, KS in 1994 and has illustrated the three book “Just Folks” series for author Jerry W. Engler.

She is also a singer/songwriter and participates in the Sketch the Obscure collaboration, and a local duet.

https://sheri-lauren.pixels.com

www.facebook.com/SheriLaurenArt

www.sketchtheobscure.com

youtube.com/@sketchtheobscure6000

www.facebook.com/SheriLaurenMusic

"Artist's Statement" 


It is the way sunlight plays on skin 

and turns every strand of hair to jewels,

the beauty of trees dancing in the prairie, 

singing the years of rain and wind,

It is the pull of a leaf browned on the edges,

holding desperately to the last fleeting crimson, 

Every tiny wing that alights just out of grasp, 

the cloud so full I can taste it. 

It is my folly, to chase wind, 
try to capture her laugh.

Take it, freeze it, just the way I found it. 

Wrap it, to open with each image.

It is lassoing that horse,
feeling her muscles bunch, 
tearing across flat plains and remembering -

the call geese make overhead,
the sound, 
the quiet, the air changing in fall. 

It is the moon I met last night,

the blush on the grass this morning, 

and it is all curled into the lash on his cheek, 

captured in the meadowlarks puffing out feathers, 

Breaking my heart,
filling my soul, 

teasing me onward,
always hungering, 

lusting for the pounding rhythm of a loaded brush,

a shutter shot.


by Sheri Lauren

I am a member of the Sketch the Obscure music collaboration. I don't have an art channel yet, but my music videos are available here.

"Artist's Statement"

It is the way sunlight plays on skin
and turns every strand of hair to jewels,
the beauty of trees dancing in the prairie,
singing the years of rain and wind,
It is the pull of a leaf browned on the edges,
holding desperately to the last fleeting crimson,
Every tiny wing that alights just out of grasp,
the cloud so full I can taste it.
It is my folly, to chase wind,
try to capture her laugh.
Take it, freeze it, just the way I found it.
Wrap it, to open with each image.
It is lassoing that horse, feeling her muscles bunch,
tearing across flat plains and remembering -
the call geese make overhead, the sound,
the quiet, the air changing in fall.
It is the moon I met last night,
the blush on the grass this morning,
and it is all curled into the lash on his cheek,
captured in the meadowlarks puffing out feathers,
Breaking my heart, filling my soul,
teasing me onward, always hungering,
lusting for the pounding rhythm of a loaded brush,
a shutter shot.

�Sheri Lauren Schmidt, 11/25/2010