Brooding and fascinating, clouds are a constant source of inspiration.
Wandering around alone in the woods can be magical. It sounds a bit like a metaphor at the moment.
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.
Atmospherics and lighting are always intriguingly me. When nature stops me in my tracks, I take note.
I am always intrigued by light and the ethereal nature of clouds.
I love dramatic weather. Capturing a sense of that power and feel is an exciting challenge. This one will be at my August solo show at Abend Gallery in Denver, Colorado.
Monday was my 47th consecutive day working in the studio. Truly hitting the wall and burning out. An amazing winter squall came raging through, I was back on board.
Just a little springtime fantasy painting.
I often wish I lived on an island. In a way I suppose I do.
I have a number of projects ongoing today, everyday. This one has a great feel.
On a related note, I always aim to rise above. It seems awful easy to be drug down into the mud.