What’s in a name? Nothing or maybe everything… this painting seems to call out it’s name.
The name
Tag: poem
Juxtaposition
This painting shares its title with the ongoing series. It is such a bloom, I just couldn’t help it! The piece is probably my favorite to date in the series. These paintings are a bit hypnotic, I find myself lost in thought staring into them.
Golden Time
This painting is now in Jackson Hole, Wyoming at Horizon Fine Art Gallery. It is a strange feeling spending so much time on a collection of paintings, pouring yourself into them. Box them up and they are out of your life forever. The same can be said for people that come and go from a life though mostly without the boxing (inevitable there too).
The sun is breaking free of the clouds now. Happy Tuesday, I am onto other projects!
To catch the light
I captured a high resolution of this painting before the packing begins! Getting ready to send a group of works to Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
Endings in Light
I have always been a fool for that last glimmer of light. Beauty and melancholy side by side, both heartbreakers.
Last Trace
Now that there are just a few tiny patches of snow lingering in the shadows, my last winter scene. This is the smallest of the work I will be shipping to Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
Distant and Romantic Lands
This is another painting I will be shipping to Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. A new collection of pieces I am eager to share!
Eruption
When I was a kid we could see the eruption of Mount St Helens from our neighborhood. That date, May 18th, 1980 is one I always remember. This isn’t supposed to be that eruption but I wanted to capture the strange power and force of a rising volcanic eruption.
Foreboding
This is a painting from this February. One of those pieces that drew my eyes every time I walked into the studio. I sold the painting through Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson Hole. It now resides in California.
Last Touch
Glowing with the last touch of light. Everything fades, time marches on.
brian sostrom 