Storms keep rolling across Lake Pend Oreille. Sometimes winter feels cozy other times isolating. The beauty is undeniable.
Winter Weight
Tag: life
Sleep
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.
Shipping Work
Shipping off some sold pieces. Both are acrylic paintings on 12”x12” cradled board.
I typically use the USPS For my smaller pieces. It is the most affordable method!
November’s Hue
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.
Heroes
Heroes
We noticed your shuffle. My hero years shorter. I am your failed echo. My own dragging an imitation.
Green Pastures
What another cow portrait? This one was a commission I just wrapped up!
Dark Pictures
Dark Pictures
I paint a dark picture. Seeking light I have known. The palette has shifted.
Inspiration-Creation
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.
Here I am (rock you like?)
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.
School Bus Stories #1
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.
brian sostrom 