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: poetry
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.
Heroes
Heroes
We noticed your shuffle. My hero years shorter. I am your failed echo. My own dragging an imitation.
In Time
Drawing deep the air is cold water. The wind numbing it shutters my fear. A little peace while the sun is shining.
Glowing
I few small paintings from a busy week. As much as I enjoy working on large paintings it is fun to mix it up!
Somewhere across the Sea
I am pretty excited about the atmosphere in this painting. It was almost finished last week but I came in with a little more shadow and contrast. It was just the thing.
Breaking Moon
I continue painting some nocturnal imagery. I had painted one moon inspired landscape and decided that was enough. That night I saw the moon rise above the Cabinet Mountains and decided I could put some more paint to panel!
The High and Low
This is a TBT, which I don’t condone but participate in purely out of hypocrisy.
To me this is emotion in acrylic paint, a work I genuinely love. Painting for paintings sake with no expectation or destination.
Today I am turning off my computer, blow out the candle.
Under the Sun
I love clouds, of course they are best when they don’t obscure all of the blue! This painting is the second one inspired by the transitions of season. Snow rapidly disappearing from the mountains, so fast it caused substantial flooding in North Idaho. The diminishing snow adds so much character to the faded mountains, particularly when the sky is filled with clouds and mist. It creates a kind of ghostly magical quality that is so subtle but so inspiring.
