An older piece that now resides in Hong King.
Water in a frame
Tag: poem
November’s Hue
One of five paintings bound for Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson, Wyoming.
Yesterday I wrapped and boxed them all up. Today we are getting more snow so they might not ship for another day or so.
Arching Light
Straight on photo of this painting sitting on my largest easel.
Shine Through
This is one of five paintings I will be shipping to Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson, Wyoming. I am still framing and mounting hardware on these pieces. Everything takes so much time!
Winter Moon
A small painting I did as a commission. I am going to make some large moon related paintings so this was a nice warmup.
When the moon comes out in the winter it seems especially magic. The light is so limited in January.
Through the Pane
Through the Pane
I don’t like to plan, so much to do. Grand aspirations only seem to disappoint. The tedious artistic attitude, dissatisfied with work. I appreciate the positives regardless of the height. Nothing competes with the feeling of creation. Something new and alive, glimpsed through the pane.
Begin Again
Light, color and atmosphere are some of the elements I am obsessed with. So a small sunset painting before I really dig into the winter and forest imagery I am inspired to do.
Great Light
This is a pretty special piece. One of those paintings that felt like it held some kind of magic. I know when I feel that way I have to put it aside.
Remembering
Remembering to be Grateful
It was too early to be awake.
I reached for the phone, 3:00 AM. The terrible dead-zone of night.
Something I must remember. Was it important or maybe a secret? Perhaps just a bill I had forgotten to pay. It’ll come to me if I can just get back to sleep, I’m sure it will.
What I Know
What I know
I don’t have anymore answers. I ran out of questions long before. A simple hesitation turns to a silent moment. Another breath of air exhaled slow.
brian sostrom 