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.
Dying, a poem of sorts
Tag: poem
Balance
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.
Solitary Nature
Final photograph of this piece. I still have to decide which one of my shows to place this painting in.
Drifters
I sold this painting last weekend while it was a WIP through my Instagram stories. It always picks me up, selling work unexpectedly. I immediately waste the money on art supplies, circle of life.
Beneath
I have some 12” in the studio so I took myself way off course and played around with some water imagery. It’s good to break things up from time to time.
Euphoria Morning
Capturing proper digital photos of some of my recent works. This one fairly glows in the studio.
Bigger Things
Cloud painting on wooden panel.
Fire Sky
I love a dramatic sky. This painting is one of my favorite recent works. It will probably be heading to my Solo Show at Abend Gallery in August. I have so much to do for two shows, good to have some powerful pieces in my back pocket.
Close of Day
This painting just sold through Elliott Fouts Gallery. This beautiful Sacramento gallery has been good to me! I have been sending them artwork for many years and they hosted a great solo show just a year ago.
Pink Clouds
A couple of colorful mini paintings! I am painting tiny paintings as I work on large scale pieces. Keeping the plates spinning.
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