Olga Hamilton Art Studio

“Underwater Wonders.” Pouring acrylic is one of those conversations between artist and medium where control meets pure surprise. It begins with intention… I guide it - choose the colors, direct the flow, gently blow the paint into motion - but in the end, it has a life of its own.
That’s what I love most. That element of surprise is everything.
You never truly know how the cells will bloom, how hidden layers will rise to the surface, or how the colors will intertwine while the paint is still curing. It’s a moment of trust… and a little bit of magic of movement when the paint create its own currents and depths - an ocean begins to form. I watch. I follow. I let it speak. Currents fold into one another, light breaks through unseen depths, and the surface becomes a place of discovery.
When the flow settled, and the paint cured, I added life - a final touch of storytelling: vibrant fish swimming through the "chaos", as if they were always meant to be there, and a sea turtle… emerging, unhurried, from within the layers.
Sometimes, the beauty isn’t just in creating - it’s in discovering, listening…
and recognizing what is already trying to be seen. 🎨🐠

Olga Hamilton at The 1895 Church of StuArt - Historic Pioneer Church built in Potsdam (Stuart), Florida in 1895 👉 aroundandabout.us

The proceeds benefit the historic building restoration and maintenance.

I have a few “botanicals” left… 🌸
tiny gardens of dried flowers, held in resin. Petals that once danced in the breeze now rest in quiet stillness -
soft pinks, gentle violets, sunlit yellows - each one a small memory of a season that refused to fade.
Worn close to the heart, they whisper of nature’s fleeting beauty, captured, preserved… and carried with you. No two are ever the same - each piece a little story, a pressed moment of time, a bloom that chose to linger.

It is quite fun to make these botanical pieces. While carefully arranged with tweezers, each tiny bloom has a mind of its own - once the resin is poured, they gently drift, finding their own natural composition, as if guided by a quiet breath of nature itself.

Oh, and heaven forbid a light breeze comes by - or you dare to exhale - these featherweight blooms will take off like tiny escape artists, rearranging themselves before your very eyes 😄🌸

Stop by The 1895 Church of StuArt. The proceeds benefit the historic Pioneer Church restoration and maintenance
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With Olga Hamilton