Eve Devore

✨FIGURE STUDIES SALE✨

tomorrow at 12pm EST time
in my Instagram stories

- each study will be posted as its own story
- reply to the one you want to claim
- first come first served
- pay via paypal or venmo
- available 24hrs or until they’re gone

The works will range from 8x10 to 18x24 inches.
You can see some from the selection in my last Instagram post.
All were done during in person figure drawing sessions.

The spring is here and it’s time to share some magic ✨

Love, Eve

Today marks seven hundred and thirty days since my heart surgery, since the day when I watched the doctor close a gaping hole inside of my beating heart. He traveled through a tiny vein to reach its center and placed a device that looked like a butterfly. I was present for every moment of it, as I am now with every ebb and flow this wild and precious life takes me through.

I’m sharing more on how it’s been in my new Substack - Butterfly in My Chest (on where the seed of joy hides) ✨
Link in Bio and in my stories 🐚

This painting is a mirror to The Golden Thread I, and together, they make a whole, two opposite polarities that cannot exist without each other.

They both started their existence straight onto the canvas, without a sketch or preparation. Each of them appeared at a perfect time, fulfilling the inner inquiries and closing the cycle while simultaneously opening a portal for something new.

We often juxtapose light and dark. Dark is often perceived as something negative, something we need to get rid of. Light is perceived as hope, life, and good… but the more I think about it, the more I understand how interconnected they are.

How important it is to walk both, how impossible it is to truly appreciate light without walking through sorrow and learning to honor the heavy, learn from it, and allow all the colors of life to be present and cherished.

Turbulent times shape us, allowing us to navigate the darkness with the light in our hearts. They teach us to live in the moment. They also might swallow us all if we lose hope - a fragile balance of light and dark.

The Golden Thread II
oil and 24k gold leaf on canvas
16” × 20”

40!

I don’t know what to do with this number 😄 It feels both utterly surreal and amazing. 40 beautiful years around the sun. What a gift.

I am filled with gratitude for every single one of them — for every color and flavor I got to taste, for every path I walked, crawled, or ran, for every storm, for every ray of sunshine on my cheeks, for every little wrinkle, for the gift of painting.

I wish myself to keep seeing the world with the eyes of a child. To keep choosing love. To keep shedding the artificial layers, desires and stories that were never mine to begin with. To keep creating. To stop being so precious about certain art supplies and just use them all up 😄 To be true to my magical, weird self. To keep following my heart.

I am blessed beyond belief with my partner, with my friends and my community.

P.S. I will add my PayPal below if you’d like to chip in on my birthday gift. There is something I want and I thought I'd brave my shyness and leave it here :)

My Pal Pal is

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Love,Eve

On a recent trip to my mom in Portugal, I noticed a few sheets of paper taped to her refrigerator. Neat cursive in dark blue with some lines blooming red. They blended into a quiet choreography of daily life so well that I walked past them for about two weeks without really seeing them.

Then, one morning, as I was having breakfast, my gaze lingered in those papers, and I got curious. They didn't look like grocery or to-do lists, but rather like an excerpt from a book. Despite my interest, a part of me hesitated to ask out of respect for my Mom’s privacy, fearing that the pages might hold intimate reflections. Yet the curiosity was too big to resist. I asked her if I could read then. She smiled, nixed, and gently placed them in front of me.

“These are my instructions for survival”, she said.
“A set of rules I've collected over the years - especially after moving to Portugal”.

You can read the rest in my new substack at From The Shell of My Heart. Shared from my Mom’s permission this was quite a vulnerable deep dive.

Link in bio.

Love, Eve

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