From imagery stuck in my mind. I am painting this series of paintings until my focus shifts… it tends to shift frequently.
Oblivion’s Dance I
Tag: fire
Ascending Heat
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.
Fire Sky (final)
Definitely one of my favorite recent works. It will be part of my solo exhibit at Abend Gallery in Denver this August.
Night Memories
Finalizing some paintings for Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson, Wyoming. The frames are ordered but they all need to be signed and varnished this weekend.
Timber Stories (SOLD)
This painting now resides in Portland, Oregon. I captured a final photo of the piece before shipping it. Sadly the photo didn’t have the clarity of the actual art. Someday I hope to upgrade my camera…
Fire for Wyoming
One of my favorite fire paintings is headed to Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson Hole! So if you are lucky enough to spend some time in Jackson stop in and check it out. The gallery has a small collection of my work!
Night Memories
Today we have a few inches of snow in North Idaho. Nothing but snow for days according to the forecast! Regardless of the date winter has arrived.
So it seemed appropriate to post this warm campfire painting. There is so much I want to work on but it is hard not to switch gears to some winter scenes…
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!
Halloween
Happy Halloween! I painted this last November it seems to have the right vibe for today.
While picking up my Vashon Island show I saw friends and family. I was fortunate to carve pumpkins with my sister’s family! That is me in the foreground.
Travels
(Captured Vision)
An ancient light casting warmth and fear. Dancing to a rhythm it blends into the night. The question lost with a crack and spark.
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