Rushing winds on stagnant water. Life’s elements decay in dark. Reaching out, your friends now gone forever. The shutter dulls a ceaseless pain. There was a time I may have whispered into you.
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.
Atmosphere and lighting are often components of my paintings that drive my work. Finding form yet maintaining a sense of mystery.
I have often come back to sunsets as a subject. Of course it is an undeniably beautiful transition but there is also a bit of sadness. Everything ends, we all know this and we are endlessly reminded. I guess that is part of the appeal of sunsets, the wedding of beauty and sorrow.
Glowing with the last touch of light. Everything fades, time marches on.
This poor crow electrocuted himself on a poweline in Seattle. My buddy Ryan knows I have a fondness for crows so he gave it to me. I have used it for reference a number of times and then pop it back in the freezer! Ryan’s electric crow has seen better days!
This is another painting with a lot of interesting textural depth. I built up heavy vertical lines with acrylic medium. It also has an undevrcoat of interference pearl that results in a dynamic lighting that you can pick up a bit of in this photograph.