A simple little water meditation.
Apology is the word for you. Moments gone to time and dust. Tongue still dry it whispers dark. Howling low it knows the tune.
Night repeating as burned out day. Floating above dream’s breath. A loop then ride before the flames.
Oblivion’s Dance 2 (final)
Final photo of the second painting in the series.
A little sunshine on Easter Morning. I hope everyone is doing well in this isolating world.
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.
I paint a dark picture. Seeking light I have known. The palette has shifted.
I have always loved big open spaces. Something that is getting harder to find in our modern world.
One of many magical things about water is the open distance. People often suggest I add a boat or plane to my paintings… no.
I have returned again to an old theme… the isolated chair. I am trying to put together some small works for a show at a little gallery in Idaho. I have a few big solo shows coming up soon so my time has been very tight… not to mention that pesky day job that had been keeping the lights on…
This painting is 12”x12”, some interesting results that I will keep in my mind for future work. I ended up selling this painting first thing this morning so now I need another piece for the previously mentioned show.
It is good to be painting.
This is an older painting, two years old. I had been painting desolated man made objects working out the beginning of a series. I had four other chair paintings they all sold aside from this one. “Wait” was actually my favorite of the bunch so now I am pleased to hang it up in the studio. Perhaps I will revisit the idea in the future.