#shara hughes

[oncanvas]

Georgia, Shara Hughes, 2007

Oil, acrylic, and enamel on canvas 50 x 45 in. (127 x 114.3 cm)

[thunderstruck9]

Shara Hughes (American, 1981), Lounge, 2007. Gouache, oil, crayon, marker, pastel, glitter, ink and graphite on paper, 22 ⅛ x 29 ⅞ in.

[casualist-tendency]

[internationalemeteorologie]

Shara Hughes

Pop. 2021 

[psikonauti]

Shara Hughes (American, b. 1981)

Twisty, 2021

Oil and acrylic on canvas

[terminusantequem]

Shara Hughes (American, b. 1981), Swamp Things, 2015. Oil, acrylic, enamel and spray paint on canvas, 142 x 121.8 cm

[topcat77]

Shara Hughes

 Truth in Your Shadows 2 (2018)

[oldsardens]

Shara Hughes - Untitled

[ce-sac-contient]

Shara Hughes - Into the Mystic, 2017

Oil, acrylic, spray paint and dye on canvas (173 x 152 cm)

[whateverbringsyouthroughthenight]

(via The Luminous Mindscapes of Shara Hughes ‹ Deborah J. Brasket ‹ Reader — WordPress.com)

[toffoliravioli]

THANK U SHARANGOALVICH

[thunderstruck9]

Shara Hughes (American, 1981), I'm Tired, Harbor Me, 2009. Oil, acrylic and metallic paint on canvas, 130 x 150 cm.

[babydollmarauders]

what about the first time the devils met el? i think that would be really cute! :)

i gaze down at the bundle in my arms, watching as she sleeps. Jack and i’s parents just left the hospital to go settle into their hotels, so the room is unnaturally quiet. Jack out in the hallway talking on the phone to Quinn.

i relax into my hospital bed, it’s around 11am, approximately fifteen hours since Eleanor was born, and i’ve only slept for two hours in that time. i’m just starting to enjoy the quiet when Jack walks back in.

“look who came to visit!” he exclaims, a wide grin on his face as a large group shuffles through the door, shy smiles on each guys face.

i can’t help but laugh. i should’ve known the team would come to meet El.

Nico, Dawson, John, Yegor, Jesper, Nate, Ryan, Dougie, and Timo all stand awkwardly near the entrance. meanwhile Luke plops down on the small couch in the room, feeling plenty comfortable, having already been here and it being his brothers baby and all.

“well are you just gonna stand there are you gonna come meet her?” i ask them, giggling at the way Nico pushes to the front of the group, quickly coming over to look at the baby in my arms.

“she’s so cute!” he tells us. “what’s her name?”

“Eleanor.” Jack replies.

“Eleanor Elizabeth Hughes.” i inform them. “El for short.”

“like Jack’s mom?” Dawson asks.

“yeah. mom cried like a, well, a baby, when she found out.” Luke says, making Jack smack the back of his head in defense of their mother.

“can we hold her?” Nico asks and i nod.

“yeah, of course!” i gently place the baby in Nico’s arms, making sure she’s positioned correctly. Nico smiles down at her, just enjoying the baby cuddles as the other boys start asking Jack and i questions about how she’s been the past few hours.

“has it been a big adjustment?” Dawson asks as Nico hands him El. Dawson grins as El opens her eyes, looking at him in confusion before closing her eyes again, not at the age yet where she cares enough about who holds her.

“it’s been different, but i think the big adjustment will happen when we take her home.” i explain, and Yegor nods his head, agreeing as the only other parent in the room. Dawson hands the baby to him.

“it’s hard at first, but definitely worth it.” Shara tells Jack and i and we both nod, as that’s what we figured.

“can’t wait for her to visit the rink!” John exclaims, watching her over Yegor’s shoulder. i laugh in response.

“you’ve got quite a while for that!” i chuckle, maneuvering in my bed to sit up more. Jesper makes it to my bedside faster than Jack can, placing an extras pillow behind my back. “thank you, Bratter.”

“well, maybe not that long. right?” Jack asks me and i smile at him.

“okay, maybe not that long.” i give in, rolling my eyes. the boys let out quiet cheers at my response, trying not to wake El.

Dougie holds her now, his finger clutched in her tiny hand.

“you guys made a cute one, i’ll admit that.” he jokes.

“thank you dougs.” i laugh, watching as he passes her off to Timo.

“she’s so tiny.” he observes, and i nod.

“six pounds and eight.” i tell them. “twenty inches long.”

“ha! Jack, she weighs the backwards version of your number!” Ryan exclaims.

“if only she weighed it the right way.” Jack jokingly pouted but i quickly shook my head.

“speak for yourself! you didn’t have to push her out of you!” i tell him, making the guys laugh.

Timo hands her over to Nate as we continue joking, the guys all fawning over my daughter.

“oh, you’re gonna be so cute on little skates.” Nate says, looking down at her.

“welcome to the team, baby girl.” Nico whispers, looking at her from beside Nate.

Jack stands beside my bed, his hand outstretching to grasp mine as we watch our friends look at our daughter in admiration.

“i’m gonna be your favorite uncle.” Dawson speaks to her, all the guys speaking up in defense of themselves.

“let’s be real i’ll be her favorite!” “uncle Nico is gonna buy her anything she wants.” “oh please! i’ll have you all beat!”

“are you guys forgetting about her real uncle? the one that’ll be living with her and helping raise her? i’ll be the favorite.” Luke finally stands from the couch for the first time in the past forty-five minutes, scooping his niece from Jesper’s arms.

[internationalemeteorologie]

Shara Hughes

Soft and Strong. 2021

[briery]

Shara Hughes, Hook Lake, 2015. Oil, acrylic, chalk and airbrush on canvas.

[terminusantequem]

Shara Hughes (American, b. 1981), Seeing and Skipping, 2018. Oil and acrylic on canvas, 147.5 x 127 cm