ASHLEY VEGAS
Some people say they found her on the dance floor, lover by her side and a martini in her hand. Nobody from the Vegas of the past remains to tell us who she used to be, but for now they call her Ashley Vegas.

I'm mildly wild, esoteric, and hopelessly in love with the chase of the night.

Painting is my way of making the world just a little more surreal, divine, and hyperreal. When I paint, I want others to remember passionate memories and hidden secrets of dance floors the world over. And when my pieces go to new homes, it's my hope that my memories go along with it and inspire others to live life just a little more glamorously.

Miami, Ibiza, Vegas, New York.
Put your drinks up.
ASHLEY VEGAS
Painfully, I changed. Watched my family fade with the years. And then..nothing. Over that time, I gained wealth by stealing jewelry from those I’ve killed. We hardly ever need it hough..From there it’s pensive loneliness. Nostalgia for living life. Madness.   At some point I needed to feel human again, so I took up a job cocktail waitress on the Strip. -Zenobia 
A pair of blackened eyes look out to into the darkness of the night, welcomed only by infinity and emptiness.It’s not uncommon for her kind to kill themselves after a few centuries. The isolation from humanity can be too excruciating for those still holding on to some semblance of their past life. 
Zenobia looks on regardless, curiosity feeding the hope that maybe one day a purpose will reveal itself.The former force of Zeus. Zenobia cast into darkness.