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

from the travels to the shadow side 🌚

pastel on paper
2026

The inner mythology and the life of a nomad ✨

An old church standing surrounded by the red earth and future olive groves. I painted it in 2022, traveling through Europe with a suitcase and a small wooden box that was my studio for about a year.

I am working on an essay about the studios I have had and going through the pictures makes me nostalgic.

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 opened a portal into another dimension for me, and for my meditation paintings.

The Paintings from the Deel Unknown are born from visions that come during meditation. Over time, the visions moved from the darkness behind closed eyelids into the daylight of ordinary life. Regular practice made me more sensitive to the subtle currents running beneath familiar moments. I moved between media — oils, watercolor, soft pastels — searching for colors as luminous as those being shown to me.

This was the first vessel. It came as a download, sparked by questions a friend asked from her heart: What is the truth of who I am? The integrity of my soul? So I can do what I’m meant to do.

The energy of her inquiry entered my heart and became this painting, which opened the way for many more vessels.
It was right when I started using soft pastels for th first time.

It felt absolutely magical to spread pure pigment across paper with my fingers, finding shapes, testing textures, playing, and being played by the image. I felt and still feel like I am an instrument learning how to be true to my tune.

This painting is made using the world’s blackest paint by , a surreal, velvety black that is almost impossible to translate in pictures and that is best experienced in person. It swallows the light like a hungry creature.

This painting started without a sketch, with no preparation or idea, but with a pitch-black canvas sitting in front of me. I was looking into its darkness and listening to what was arising in my heart. Stroke by stroke, I found a way to bring light out of it.

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.

This painting is a mirror to The Golden Thread II, and together, they make a whole, two opposite polarities that cannot exist without each other. Each of them appeared at the perfect time, fulfilling inner inquiries and closing the cycle while simultaneously opening a portal to something new.

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

Shadow Side ✨
soft pastel on paper
March 2026

Ignorance is bliss. But is it?

I lack words today, just pools of paint carefully smeared in shapes and uneven lines, looking at me with a smirk. The world feels like a hot oven. Human lives are served for lunch.

I saw spring dancing between protesters marching down Eighth Avenue. Blushing, she threw sunshine on their faces. Giant mountains of dirty snow were slowly melting, lazily chopped, shoveled, and moved around by New Yorkers of different ages who showed up to make extra. There was even a grandma among them… Seeing that made me smile and sad at the same time.

What is this world? Have our souls gone on vacation?
- from my diary from February 28th, 2026

Equilibrium. Shadow Side
soft pastel on paper
2024

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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