Author Archives: Anna

After studying every day, I sit down to draw. I dip brushes, mix colors, all while sifting through songs or books for that little sprig of inspiration that drives creation. Recently, it has been travel photographs, which have been the source of my inspiration, encapsulated bundles of culture, proudly identified with flags waving high.

I suppose this particular image originated right out of James Joyce’s “Dubliners,” a book that tells the tale of individuals from guess where – Dublin. “Individual” is the le mot juste here, as every character has their own story, follows their own path, whether good or evil. Joyce’s words describe a frozen image of their life, a defining moment or disappointment, glee, or a key decision, which defines the character as well as their story.

This image is Dublin, from a land I have not yet traveled to, but have developed an internal idea of an atmosphere surrounding it. Can you imagine walking down this street?

© 2015 Anna Wills

The essence of fear inspired this watercolor piece…

I saw a film. You wouldn’t say it was a pleasant one, but clever and accurate it certainly was. True, historical, disturbing something to watch. It was suggested to me and it provoked some sort of images that drew themselves out onto this paper.

Inspiration is a funny thing.

The magdelane sisers,(The Magdalene Sisters (2002) is a film set in old Ireland, following the lives of various women, entering a nunnery. The setting is more of an asylum than any house of god.

The women encounter various blows that harm their mind and self of being, driving some to the brinks of death purely from the words of the master nuns. Now then, during the film one of the girls escape, she is set upon the road by pure exploration, and stands outside of the nunnery’s bounds. it is a moment of consideration as she stands, yet she turns around despite all of the previous harm that was done to her and returns to the “hell” of an Abby.

According to the wikipedia “fear is an emotion induced by a perceived threat which causes entities to quickly pull far away from it and usually hide. It is a basic survival mechanism occurring in response to a specific stimulus, such as pain or the threat of danger.”

The nun was raped before admitted to the nunnery, in a sick way to say “she was a sin of a women” and her struggle was an insult to god, the times they lived in were horridious, but it made me think. If wikipedia’s definition of fear is correct, then the epitome of her fear must have rested outside the Abby walls, and she retreats to it in response of a “sick sanctuary”.

xoxo, Anna.

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Sitting in a coffee shop, waiting to be delivered, the coffee delivery.. or a delivery of a blow of “ideas”

Now to get the coffee there are two options.
find a suspect; noodle over and begin to bight them, putting your teeth in their clay like flesh. An attempt to catch any last ounce of coffee they drunk.

The other option is to go up to the coffee counter, say those words “a coffee please” and pay, sit down. Perhaps start drawing people turning into vampires and sucking out coffee.

A much pleasanter compromise…

This is what I must struggle with every day. Loving coffee versus romanticizing the thought process to drinking it.

I drink less coffee then most, at the same time the shop itself holds a little world of its own.

sitting by the cup, creators attend to their work.

Here is what I have created.

Xo, Anna Wills.