This photo was taken nearly a year ago. I am constantly thinking about the passing of time and how I spend it. It is true you spend time like money but it cannot be replenished. The clock is ticking, can I make the most of this day? I continue to paint each day. It is how I pay my bills but it is also my passion in life. All we can do is follow our enthusiasms and appreciate the good time while we have it.
I have always been obsessed with clouds. One of my friends is still irritated that he got pulled over on I-90 because I was trying to get him to look at some clouds and distracted him. If I remember right, the clouds were spectacular.
The week has suddenly taken a bad turn. For the first time in a long while I won’t be working in the studio. This older image painting seems appropriate.
Winter came raging in though Fall is still at work. Time is short on hours, less this time of year. Monochromatic winter looms and palettes shift.
Shout into dark, deepen the word.
In my youth I was obsessed with Spaghetti Westerns. A massive part of the appeal was the amazing music of Ennio Morricone.
As an aging adult I still love the world the music conjures. Driving down an empty highway with that music playing makes me feel like a giddy antihero loving kid, R.I.P. Ennio.
Apology is the word for you. Moments gone to time and dust. Tongue still dry it whispers dark. Howling low it knows the tune.
Drawn to Dark, you antiflame. Vibrations will not stop, still it turns. Threaded and lost in the eddy of fear. My bleeding gums shine bright.
Night repeating as burned out day. Floating above dream’s breath. A loop then ride before the flames.
The rain and sun of spring are a source of inspiration. I decided to break down the imagery into something of an abstracted pattern. The result is a bit hypnotic and perhaps meditative.
The paint is often the subject of my work as much as any imagery.