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Lola Gil
Akitsushima
A Bitter Sweet Symphony
The Longing Of Humphrey Bacon Horse
Escape With Me 2011
Warmth Of A Refill Half Way
Ipsum Factum 2010
Untangled Precedent Of Rouka's First Peek
Electric Was The L:ook
Forester and The Extrodinary Blossom
“Life is exactly what you make of it”

My name is lola, and I am a dreamer.

I was born in 1975, but my age does not define me. My past has molded me into a genuine soul, I
believe very strongly all things are for a reason.

College was uneventful, yet taught me that I had the ability to find my own techniques and expression.
My experience as a tattoo artist in the late 90′s was incredible, yet only fulfilled 9 out of 10 of my
necessary reasons to live as an artist. And demanded too much time out of my studio.

We need harmony, lyrics, and a visual escape from reality, because reality has become somewhat of
a nightmare. War, genocide, hunger, death, disaster, political disappointment. I paint to start a
positive dialog amongst strangers. And I paint because it is my most precious gift in life. I sing through
my brushes the way a song might touch your heart and knock you off your feet so that you might feel
for one moment and forget how the media desensitizes you and holds you in its grips with fear tactics.

I like to invent, imagine, and execute a place full of space where the world can evolve into a magical
copacetic machine, sparing the disintegration of our earth and harm to innocent creatures and beings.
If not for the ability to paint, my voice might become just another static white noise.Of all my childhood
memories, the ones which stick with me most are from pure imagination.

If I can bring you back to your own early memories for even one minute as you gaze upon what has
become my life’s work, you just might recognize a not too distant feeling of pure emotion as you were
once so innocent. I wish upon a star that this feeling might have a domino effect, ease a day, and
bring a smile. Because a smile is infectious and if our hearts are happy, nothing can stop us