This painting seemed like the perfect post for Halloween. Part of a series of dark tree imagery I created this year. I intended to paint some huge versions but the pandemic, fires and general apocalyptic vibe of the year dulled my enthusiasm… at least for now.
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.
I am awake in the dark, pretending otherwise. Breathing slow, remaining still. Dread crawls the ladder of my spine.
One of my favorite paintings from a couple years back. This one is at The RiverSea Gallery in Astoria, Oregon.
Final photo of the second painting in the series.
The second painting in the series. I have painted three thus far plus some variations.
Nature has no emotion, making it feel very cruel at times. The natural world has and will always be my inspiration, the world is a beautiful place.
We just had a huge windstorm. The winds knocked down trees and took out the power all over the region. Nature always shifting, nothing stays the same. Even now the daylight is stretching and the sun is returning to the north.
Sometimes (maybe always)
People ask about the brush I used in a particular Instagram Story. Folks get excited, then it seems incredibly important to me. Where is that brush have I lost it or did I accidentally throw it out? Was that brush the reason that painting worked? Can a paint anymore without said brush? Seeming doubtful now…
A strange life driven to create. My motives are pure, I continue my work. Grumpy old man… I may well be.
Not sure where I put that brush…
A painting from a couple months back. This piece is relatively simple but there is a quality I adore.