This is one of two paintings I am packing up. They will be shipped to Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson Hole. I am thankful for all the galleries around the country that are asking for my work. It is tough making a living as a painter, galleries are one of the components I rely upon.
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.
We noticed your shuffle. My hero years shorter. I am your failed echo. My own dragging an imitation.
What another cow portrait? This one was a commission I just wrapped up!
I paint a dark picture. Seeking light I have known. The palette has shifted.
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.
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.
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.
Playing around with some waves.