Time
Healing wounds through obliteration. The erosion of every living thing. Document and memorialize, the void is gaping thee.
Time
Tag: words
Through the Pane
Through the Pane
I don’t like to plan, so much to do. Grand aspirations only seem to disappoint. The tedious artistic attitude, dissatisfied with work. I appreciate the positives regardless of the height. Nothing competes with the feeling of creation. Something new and alive, glimpsed through the pane.
Remembering
Remembering to be Grateful
It was too early to be awake.
I reached for the phone, 3:00 AM. The terrible dead-zone of night.
Something I must remember. Was it important or maybe a secret? Perhaps just a bill I had forgotten to pay. It’ll come to me if I can just get back to sleep, I’m sure it will.
What I Know
What I know
I don’t have anymore answers. I ran out of questions long before. A simple hesitation turns to a silent moment. Another breath of air exhaled slow.
Shadowed
Shadowed
Darkness lurks along the edge. The brightest day may bloom from night. Left on a forgotten road it always finds the way.
Dark Pictures
Dark Pictures
I paint a dark picture. Seeking light I have known. The palette has shifted.
Inspiration-Creation
For me inspiration is happiness, much desired but elusive. It is the fuel that powers motivation and makes for possibilities.
I force myself to start on a new work, make that first mark. If I surrender doubt, I get lost in the process of painting. Creativity is an adventure that generates its own form of inspiration.
In my life I have felt like a negative soul. Still it seems the act of creation is an act of optimism.
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.
brian sostrom 