This one will be heading to the UK once I get it framed. It was on my Instagram story and the buyer spotted it and had to have it!
The two paintings on the right were sent to the “Woodland Show” at Higher Art Gallery in Traverse City, Michigan. They sold to a newlywed couple traveling on their honeymoon. A beautiful story to close out the show.
Healing wounds through obliteration. The erosion of every living thing. Document and memorialize, the void is gaping thee.
Sometimes (maybe always)
People ask about the brush I used in a particular Instagram Story. Folks get excited, then it seems incredibly important to me. Where is that brush have I lost it or did I accidentally throw it out? Was that brush the reason that painting worked? Can a paint anymore without said brush? Seeming doubtful now…
A strange life driven to create. My motives are pure, I continue my work. Grumpy old man… I may well be.
Not sure where I put that brush…
I paint a dark picture. Seeking light I have known. The palette has shifted.
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.
I accidentally made some kind of new fangled clock! Turns out it is later than I thought…