Another autumnal painting inspired by North Idaho. The leaves have pretty much all fallen now. I was meaning to do more fall imagery, maybe I will do some larger ones as the seasons change.
November’s Hue
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Heroes
Heroes
We noticed your shuffle. My hero years shorter. I am your failed echo. My own dragging an imitation.
Fall Reflections
Chasing the beautiful colors of fall. I decided I had better try to capture just a little of the fall magic. The colors have been stunning and quickly shifting by the day.
Timber Stories (SOLD)
I painted this during our first legitimate snowfall on Tuesday. The painting didn’t actually keep me warm but I know it tried.
I only have a couple of these 12″x12″ boards left, I have really enjoyed working at this dimension. Trying to dig through old artworks and sand them down. Reuse existing materials, recycling is a lot of work!
Inspiration-Creation
For me inspiration is happiness, much desired but elusive. It is the fuel that powers motivation and makes for possibilities.
I force myself to start on a new work, make that first mark. If I surrender doubt, I get lost in the process of painting. Creativity is an adventure that generates its own form of inspiration.
In my life I have felt like a negative soul. Still it seems the act of creation is an act of optimism.
Four to Asheville
These four paintings have been been shipped Fedex Ground to Momentum Gallery in Asheville, North Carolina. They are supposed to be delivered today, hopefully they make it safe and sound!
Shine Through
Enjoying these modest sized panels. I have been prepping a lot of large boards as well, mixing up the scale.
The Sound
Mist, forest and water are some of the best components of the Northwest. There are moments of solitude in nature that have shaped me.
Here I am (rock you like?)
It is difficult, I am difficult. Thinking back to past relationships I see my faults. I see my wrongs in the darkest manner. Thinking forward as a person of growth I see the changes needed. I want to evolve, I want to be better. Here I am.
School Bus Stories #1
In 4th grade the cutest little girl used to ride on our bus. I tried to sit near her as we all did, she was the sun. She laughed, entertained and generally brightened each day. One winter morning she looked into my eyes and said, “You are like a very sad old man.” My heart collapsed even as other children erupted in laughter.
Those words haunted me across the years. I have tried to be upbeat and find my own laughter. In the end the cute little prophet had it right.
