Rushing winds on stagnant water. Life’s elements decay in dark. Reaching out, your friends now gone forever. The shutter dulls a ceaseless pain. There was a time I may have whispered into you.
Author: Brian Sostrom
Blspaintings@gmail.com
Ode to Time
There is a spark I feel and it is a precious thing. As the building crumbles the fire flares inside. I am a painter, an art form dead generations before. I don’t care the flame shall be nurtured, it calls my name.
The Air
Another square cloud exploration.
Rise and Fall
Finalizing my last painting for “The Woodland” exhibit. One of my favorite pieces in a solid collection. The show will open in May at Higher Art Gallery in Traverse City, MI.
Pushing On
A little shimmer for the day.
Along the Shadowed Ridge.
A holdover from winter. Taking photos of my paintings before I ship them to Higher Art Gallery in Traverse City, Michigan.
Rooted (final)
Proper photo of this painting. I will be varnishing it today and then framing it tomorrow.
Gold preceding White
The leaves are yet to open on the Aspen trees. Remembering the Fall when they left in a golden blaze.
Color Shifts (SOLD)
The last two weeks we saw the final gasps of winter. It seems appropriate that I have just sold this cold landscape painting as a farewell. The creation of this one is detailed on my YouTube channel.
Solitary Sign (SOLD)
I just sold this apocalyptic piece, will miss seeing it in the studio. Making art that is expressive and unique are always my goals. I know this one really delivered.
brian sostrom 