This was part of an ethereal collection of sky paintings I recently finished. Minimal sky paintings freed from the constraints of land.
Final capture of this painting from six weeks ago. What a different world it was. I wonder what things will look like six weeks from now? I guess we 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.
Definitely one of my favorite recent works. It will be part of my solo exhibit at Abend Gallery in Denver this August.
Two of my favorite 12” paintings are headed to Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson, Wyoming.
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.
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.