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.
The title of this painting is everything.
Hard to believe it is already the middle of October. The snow on the mountains and falling leaves certainly aren’t subtle reminders. I have been working on small paintings, experimenting and exploring. Now time is getting away from me so I have to get serious about my next solo show. I will be delivering work to Elliott Fouts Gallery in early January which seems soon!
The weather is cooling and I’m already pining for summer, time rushes past. This little 10″x8″ painting is an ode to summer, painted on a wooden panel.
A little expressive 9″x12″ sky and water painting!
This is a 16″x16″ acrylic painting I just finished. This painting has a subtle intriguing beauty that doesn’t really translate well in photographic form… some transitions are tricky.