Wandering around alone in the woods can be magical. It sounds a bit like a metaphor at the moment.
Darkening Wood
Tag: poem
Spring!
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.
Fire Sky (final)
Definitely one of my favorite recent works. It will be part of my solo exhibit at Abend Gallery in Denver this August.
Rumbling
Creating cloudscapes filled with light, shadow and mystery.
Beneath (final)
Capturing more high resolution images of recent paintings.
My Kind of Weirdo
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.
Dying, a poem of sorts
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.
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.
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