Original Painting 18" x 18" on Canvas
To inquire about original paintings contact me directly via email.
tanjanikolicart@gmail.com
tanjanikolicart@gmail.com
Friday, July 25, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Newest Original Painting - Lemons & Poppies
Original Painting on Canvas - 36" x 36" Square
To Inquire About Original Paintings Contact Me Directly Via Email.
tanjanikolicart@gmail.com
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Baby Name Art
New Baby Name Art
Welcome Landry Caroline!
Custom Original Design - 40" x 30"
Contact me for private commissions!
Monday, March 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
St. Jude's "Eternal Love" Heart Sculpture
(16" Sculpture) Artwork Created by Tanja Nikolic
(16" Sculpture) Artwork Created by Tanja Nikolic
St. Jude's Gala Affair of the Art • May 12, 2012 • Four Seasons Hotel - Las Vegas
Symbolism of the Peacocks:
In Ancient and Modern history & art the Peacock has remained a noble and honored symbol of renewal,
respect, longevity, integrity and the beauty we can achieve when we show our true colors.
respect, longevity, integrity and the beauty we can achieve when we show our true colors.
Guardians to the gates of Paradise and talisman
against evil.
Today a very current and popular trend in Interior
Design Style and pop culture.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Holy Cow Butterfly
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| Holy Cow! Butterfly #54 - Graphic Illustration - 2.23.12 |
The Cow
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
- by Robert Louis Stephenson
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
- by Robert Louis Stephenson
In honor of my friend Anne Woerner, Happy Birthday!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Happy Home
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| Happy Home Butterfly #53 - Sketch, Digital Mixed Media Illustration - 2.22.12 |
When I Think Of Home
When I think of 'home' I think of cherry pies
When I think of 'home' I think of mulberry trees
When I think of 'home' I think of butterflies
When I think of 'home' I think of bumble bees
When I think of 'home' I think of hummingbirds
When I think of 'home' I think of sun brewed tea
When I think of 'home' I think of morning walks
When I think of 'home' I think of Grandma and me
When I think of 'home' I think of hidden trails
When I think of 'home' I think of lullabies
When I think of 'home' I think of signs of spring
When I think of 'home' I think of pumpkin pies
When I think of 'home' I think of bedtime stories
When I think of 'home' I think of I think of honeysuckle
When I think of 'home' I think of roses blooming
When I think of 'home' I can't help but chuckle
Because when I think of 'home' I think Heaven
When I think of 'home' I think of all thats kind
When I think of 'home' I think of dancing
When I think of 'home' Grandma comes to mind
- Catlin L. Crawford
When I think of 'home' I think of cherry pies
When I think of 'home' I think of mulberry trees
When I think of 'home' I think of butterflies
When I think of 'home' I think of bumble bees
When I think of 'home' I think of hummingbirds
When I think of 'home' I think of sun brewed tea
When I think of 'home' I think of morning walks
When I think of 'home' I think of Grandma and me
When I think of 'home' I think of hidden trails
When I think of 'home' I think of lullabies
When I think of 'home' I think of signs of spring
When I think of 'home' I think of pumpkin pies
When I think of 'home' I think of bedtime stories
When I think of 'home' I think of I think of honeysuckle
When I think of 'home' I think of roses blooming
When I think of 'home' I can't help but chuckle
Because when I think of 'home' I think Heaven
When I think of 'home' I think of all thats kind
When I think of 'home' I think of dancing
When I think of 'home' Grandma comes to mind
- Catlin L. Crawford
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
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| Lotus Butterfly #51 - Graphic - Paper Design 2.20.12 |
The flower invites the butterfly with no-mind;
The butterfly visits the flower with no-mind.
The flower opens, the butterfly comes;
The butterfly comes, the flower opens.
I don't know others,
Others don't know me.
By not-knowing we follow nature's course.
-Ryokan
The butterfly visits the flower with no-mind.
The flower opens, the butterfly comes;
The butterfly comes, the flower opens.
I don't know others,
Others don't know me.
By not-knowing we follow nature's course.
-Ryokan
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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| Leptir Zelin - Paper Design - Graphic 2.16.12 |
“Kathleen Kelly: Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one. It got on at 42nd, and off at 59th, where, I assume it was going to Bloomingdale's to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake - as almost all hats are.” - You've got mail quotes (Movie)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day!
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| hearts a flutter - silver, acrylic on canvas 2-14-12 |
The Butterfly
As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower, it's odd and it's strange.
The butterfly can transform it's world.
And give way to new beginnings, unfurled,
It is the keeper of transformation,
And flies on faith and imagination.
The butterfly has no fear of change,
It bravely escapes it's homemade cage.
To change, it knows is necessary,
For all the burdens we need not carry.
The butterfly soars, and merrily sings,
For, without change, it could never grow wings.
-Heather Reneé Adamkiewicz
As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower, it's odd and it's strange.
The butterfly can transform it's world.
And give way to new beginnings, unfurled,
It is the keeper of transformation,
And flies on faith and imagination.
The butterfly has no fear of change,
It bravely escapes it's homemade cage.
To change, it knows is necessary,
For all the burdens we need not carry.
The butterfly soars, and merrily sings,
For, without change, it could never grow wings.
-Heather Reneé Adamkiewicz
Monday, February 13, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
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