This was part of an ethereal collection of sky paintings I recently finished. Minimal sky paintings freed from the constraints of land.
Balance (final)
Category: poem
Rooted
A slight deviation from my Oblivion’s Dance series. This used to be a calm water scene but I was desperate for a painting surface so now it is much more menacing!
Rise Above (final)
Final capture of this painting from six weeks ago. What a different world it was. I wonder what things will look like six weeks from now? I guess we will have to wait and see.
Oblivion’s Dance I
From imagery stuck in my mind. I am painting this series of paintings until my focus shifts… it tends to shift frequently.
Three of a Kind
Brooding and fascinating, clouds are a constant source of inspiration.
Spring!
It really feels like the end of days still the sun is shining. My modest 401k has gone away even as the snow turns back to ground. Finance and health aside the stretching days are filled with light. Thankful this didn’t happen in the darkened depths of Fall.
My Kind of Weirdo
Time relentlessly washing over, eroding and churning. I find myself surprisingly old, solitary and drifting into eccentricity. Each morning I wonder, “what kind of weirdo are you today?” Time reveals my charming weirdo ways.
Dying, a poem of sorts
It’s a strange kind of prophecy, crying in the parking lot. Not sure you were a genius knowing it all ends in pain. You held my wreck-less station. I’m still standing in the shadows, waiting in the rain.
Time
Time
Healing wounds through obliteration. The erosion of every living thing. Document and memorialize, the void is gaping thee.
Through the Pane
Through the Pane
I don’t like to plan, so much to do. Grand aspirations only seem to disappoint. The tedious artistic attitude, dissatisfied with work. I appreciate the positives regardless of the height. Nothing competes with the feeling of creation. Something new and alive, glimpsed through the pane.
brian sostrom 