Small study of mood and forest. I have managed to work away a beautiful summer, they disappear so quickly now.
One of three square water panels I have been painting. Water is always a fascination and inspiration in my work. The simplicity and incredible complexity so mesmerizing. A mirror of the world.
I sold the bottom painting and shipped it off today. I painted these scenes with the idea of painting much larger variations. I can not find the time to chase down all the things I want to do.
There is a spark I feel and it is a precious thing. As the building crumbles the fire flares inside. I am a painter, an art form dead generations before. I don’t care the flame shall be nurtured, it calls my name.
Time relentlessly washing over, eroding and churning. I find myself surprisingly old, solitary and drifting into eccentricity. Each morning I wonder, “what kind of weirdo are you today?” Time reveals my charming weirdo ways.
A small study in the studio today. Our snow has turned back to rain and watching it on the water is always a meditative experience.
I accidentally made some kind of new fangled clock! Turns out it is later than I thought…
Glowing with the last touch of light. Everything fades, time marches on.
New work from another time. This seems like a concept for another series. Time is short and there is only so much that can be done.