This was part of an ethereal collection of sky paintings I recently finished. Minimal sky paintings freed from the constraints of land.
A slight deviation from my Oblivion’s Dance series. This used to be a calm water scene but I was desperate for a painting surface so now it is much more menacing!
Forest art is filling much of my studio. Beginning to narrow the collection of works for “The Woodlands” show at Higher Art Gallery in Traverse City, MI.
I think all of the galleries I send work to are currently shut down. A time of unknowns, will have to wait and see.
It really feels like the end of days still the sun is shining. My modest 401k has gone away even as the snow turns back to ground. Finance and health aside the stretching days are filled with light. Thankful this didn’t happen in the darkened depths of Fall.
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.
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.
It’s a strange kind of prophecy, crying in the parking lot. Not sure you were a genius knowing it all ends in pain. You held my wreck-less station. I’m still standing in the shadows, waiting in the rain.
I am working on a series of sky-scapes. The balance of subtle and bold. This one has a bit of newly found magic.
Balance is a difficult concept for me. I have never found a great work life balance. I get a little obsessed.
Healing wounds through obliteration. The erosion of every living thing. Document and memorialize, the void is gaping thee.