At times I see myself in thee.
Raging Nimbus
Category: poem
Cycle
Cycle
Night repeating as burned out day. Floating above dream’s breath. A loop then ride before the flames.
Hour of the Wolf
I am awake in the dark, pretending otherwise. Breathing slow, remaining still. Dread crawls the ladder of my spine.
Rejuvenate
Moving forward with a little bit of rain.
Soft as Light
A simple painting of tranquility.
Renew
The beginning of a new series of paintings. Having spent my life in the Northwest, I have seen a lot of rain.
Navigator
Where shall you take us?
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.
January Blanket (Final)
As the name implies this one is from January. Taking high resolution images of my woodland paintings before I varnish and frame.
Though it is spring the last two days have started winter white. Spring seems to have taken a breath.
Balance (final)
This was part of an ethereal collection of sky paintings I recently finished. Minimal sky paintings freed from the constraints of land.
