A little bit of color on this Friday morning.
Revelations
Tag: poem
Whisper
Rushing winds on stagnant water. Life’s elements decay in dark. Reaching out, your friends now gone forever. The shutter dulls a ceaseless pain. There was a time I may have whispered into you.
Ode to Time
There is a spark I feel and it is a precious thing. As the building crumbles the fire flares inside. I am a painter, an art form dead generations before. I don’t care the flame shall be nurtured, it calls my name.
The Air
Another square cloud exploration.
Pushing On
A little shimmer for the day.
Rooted (final)
Proper photo of this painting. I will be varnishing it today and then framing it tomorrow.
Color Shifts (SOLD)
The last two weeks we saw the final gasps of winter. It seems appropriate that I have just sold this cold landscape painting as a farewell. The creation of this one is detailed on my YouTube channel.
Solitary Sign (SOLD)
I just sold this apocalyptic piece, will miss seeing it in the studio. Making art that is expressive and unique are always my goals. I know this one really delivered.
Darkening Wood (final)
Another painting that will be part of “The Woodland” show at Higher Art Gallery in Traverse City, MI. A dual exhibit with @KristenEganArt opening in May!? Still putting the finishing touches on much of the work. This is slated to be the reopening show for this gallery… so dates are uncertain.
Far Above
A little sunshine on Easter Morning. I hope everyone is doing well in this isolating world.
brian sostrom 