The beginning of a new series of paintings. Having spent my life in the Northwest, I have seen a lot of rain.
Renew
Tag: poem
Cold Dawn
This photo was taken before the painting was framed. It is now available online at “The Woodland” show at Higher Art Gallery in Traverse City, MI.
Navigator
Where shall you take us?
Begin to End
I love color be it muted or bold. Even when it is spelled “colour”, I am still a fan.
Oblivion’s Dance I (final)
Final photograph of this recent piece. Trying to be more diligent about documenting my work. I prefer to focus on painting but there is more to it.
Waiting
Waiting, aren’t we all.
Revelations
A little bit of color on this Friday morning.
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.
brian sostrom 