Julie Crisan Art

05/02/2026

Great turnout at the Fae and Feral group exhibition. Honored to be a part of it.

04/09/2026

I’m so excited to have my work on display here in Braga.

If you’re nearby, come experience the paintings in person—and if you’d like, I’d love to meet you over lunch and share the story behind the work.

Message me to arrange a visit 💛

04/03/2026

03/14/2026

Audience of One.

11/29/2025

Chromatic Tension by Julie Crisan 40x30 cm. Framed and ready to hang

11/20/2025

64 and grateful

11/03/2025

Two figures merge in a moment of profound connection. This work evokes the quiet power of an embrace where refuge can be found.

10/02/2024

The Reckoning

There are men who walk this earth,
their souls much darker than their shadows,
men who take what they want,
as if the world was made for their hands alone.
They walk with arrogance,
with the weight of power that’s stolen, not earned,
as if the rules that bind the rest of us
are mere whispers in the wind—
nothing to hold them, nothing to bend them.

They rise on towers of deceit,
speak with tongues slicked in promises
that crumble the moment they’re spoken.
They smile for the world,
their eyes cold, hard as glass,
and behind that glass,
they see everything as theirs.
Every woman’s body, every child’s innocence, every ounce of trust,
is just another thing to be used,
another piece of the puzzle that forms their empire.

There are many like them,
They gather in dark rooms,
where the air is thick with the scent of control,
where their whispers stretch into deeds
that leave scars on the world.
They believe they are above morality,
above the weight of consequence,
above the hearts they crush beneath their feet.

They take without asking,
take with no thought of what they leave behind.
It’s not just money they hunger for,
not just power that fills their hands—
it’s the feeling that nothing can touch them,
that the world itself bends at their command.
They feed on this belief,
nurture it like a secret flame,
and with every victory, they grow colder,
further from the humanity they left behind long ago.

But there is always a cost.
They do not see it yet,
but the ground beneath them is cracking.
The souls they have drained,
the lives they have broken,
the hearts they have twisted into silence—
these will not stay quiet forever.
There is a reckoning in the air,
and it will come for them in ways they cannot predict,
cannot control.

For they are not untouchable,
though they wear their impunity like a crown.
The world does not forget the weight of their sins,
and neither do we.
One day, they will look back
at the wreckage they’ve left,
and they will realize
that power is only power for as long as fear holds it up.
And when the fear fades,
when the people rise,
when the women and children they have taken from
no longer bow to their will,
they will find that the empire they’ve built
was never real,
was never strong enough to stand
against the storm that was coming.

 Julie Crisan 2024

04/15/2023

My cat lover friends inspired this original I named ”Regal. Now available framed and ready to hang. DM if interested.