If you happen to follow me on Instagram, sorry for any nonsense there. My account was hacked and stolen. It has been my means of self promotion for 7 years, even though it is a frustrating platform.
To be back home. One more summer day. The cool breeze and bold light. You reveled in the simple pleasures. I can not bear it, I will forever miss you.
I was in a terribly melancholic mood watching the day fade. The beauty has stayed with me along with the sorrow.
A tribute to my beautiful boy, Albert. He brought so much joy and happiness to our days. My best buddy, always in my heart.
Messages (for Albert)
The week has suddenly taken a bad turn. For the first time in a long while I won’t be working in the studio. This older image painting seems appropriate.
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.
I paint a dark picture. Seeking light I have known. The palette has shifted.
Here I am (rock you like?)
It is difficult, I am difficult. Thinking back to past relationships I see my faults. I see my wrongs in the darkest manner. Thinking forward as a person of growth I see the changes needed. I want to evolve, I want to be better. Here I am.
School Bus Stories #1
In 4th grade the cutest little girl used to ride on our bus. I tried to sit near her as we all did, she was the sun. She laughed, entertained and generally brightened each day. One winter morning she looked into my eyes and said, “You are like a very sad old man.” My heart collapsed even as other children erupted in laughter.
Those words haunted me across the years. I have tried to be upbeat and find my own laughter. In the end the cute little prophet had it right.
Excuse the song title, it is a good one though!
Just for fun posting the most recent skull paintings together. Both 10″ x 10″ acrylic. Hopefully I will be back behind the brush soon!