**28″ x 40″ Framed
Acrylic,water colors and varnish.
She was actually sold before she was finished as often happens with many of the pieces you see on the site. In each of my pieces of this style I like to include some close ups of key areas that I find enjoyable to get lost in, I’ve also included some of the frame as well.
** I have decided that once my upcoming move is complete that I will be doing a series based on simple truths, Hope being the first Love, Courage, Strength and Honor to follow. There will also be words or verbal components to accompany these pieces as well. Since these simple truths as I’ve mentioned I feel come in many forms I may produce multiple images under one title, Courage
#1,2,3 ect… But that still remains to be seen.
Thank you deeply for letting me share HOPE with you. It’s been an honor and pleasure.
One of the things I’ve been dreading about the upcoming move is going through the boxes from my late father who passed aways very suddenly 05/30/2007 a day before my 37th birthday. During the course of my morning which started at 2am pst this morning 12/4/13 I found some very interesting files buried in one of the many boxes I’ve had the displeasure of going through today. It comes with mixed emotions that I share these things with you today. As complex as my relationship with my father was he and I share one very similar trait, we are (were) very sentimental, keeping notes and bits of paper from histories past as mementoes of things gone by. Pretty normal I imagine. While going through these boxes I found a file with my name on it thinking it would be report cards or kid related doctors stuff, I took a deep breath and opened said file. Much to my surprise it held only one envelope with my late grandmothers hand writing. In 1996 she submitted one of my poems to a national poetry contest. I didn’t know anything about it until I received an acceptance letter from the National Library of Congress stating that my piece published in an anthology book of poetry. Still to this day I’ve never seen the book itself but with the letter I found this morning I’ll be able to start narrowing down the possibilities. The following is that poem, written in 1983 when I was 13 years old.
Throwing stones through a glass room to the tune of deaf ears Cast away by a blind man with the temperance of steel and a heart like coal Do you understand his pain? Woe.. Do the hearts of the persecuted cry for the day of their release. A silent black death to take the place of the pain inflicted by their captures. I cry a blood stained tear for the meek and unwilling. I cry for you.
Benjamin M Prewitt 1983
Its been so long since ive thought about this piece, I can’t remember a time in my life ever that there wasnt conflict, small moments in time where things were smooth but it never seemed to last long. I guess things havent changed much in that respect. Maybe its due to my passion or my view of the world. Maybe its a reaction to the things I see and have always seen in humankind. Today should be a day a great joy. It’s the day of the Something Red reception and the downtown Salem Oregon Art Walk yet I’m wrought with conflict of the heart and mind. I often wonder if this is the curse of an artist and those impassioned beyond the “normal” or if by some way or some thing I’m just eternally broken. Cursed by the heavens to carry a cross that is not my own.
I hope the day is kind to all of you and you find in your hearts to love. That you find the courage, strength and hope you need to live your lives to the fullest without the burden I feel every waking moment of life.
Be Brave Be Bold and Thrive in the Life you have… and I will try to do the same.
Benjamin M Prewitt
1970-current a work in progress.
I miss you Dad where ever you are.
** photo taken Dec 1971, I was one year old. The painting behind him was one of his own and something I remember vividly.
There comes a time each day that I fear the most. When all the voices fade away and the lights get turned down. I’m left with just myself and my demons. I found this image on tumbler the other day that visually expresses it fairly well.
It matches a waking dream I had when I was less than 8 growing up at my grandparents farm house.
Have you ever really really admitted to yourself what you fear most? I fear death. Not to be confused with dying but the precipice between life and death when the mind is panicking going through its fight or flight animal mechanism. That feeling if utter helplessness. I’ve come close to death a number of times in my life. I’ve even stood right next to it as he chose another instead of me. Still to this day death scares me. Dying not do much I’ve come to grips that we were all born to die and have been doing it well since the second we were conceived.
I know there’s more after this journey it’s the next birth I fear or should I say the shock of it. Any how sorry that’s depressing as hell. It just got very quiet around here tonight it’s dark, cold , raining and in general pretty crappy outside right now. Mixed with all the things that are changing it kinda puts my head in a strange place. To end on a positive note fear, speaking from experience is a powerful emotion when tapped into can be a huge source of strength. So do not let fear control your life if needed take fear by the hand understand it, respect it and then move on. So please always remember to Be Brave, Be Bold an Thrive in the life you have.
Today is a new day a new chance to be amazing.
I sit here in the rain not caring
Coffee diluted by mothers tears
I consume on a whim saturated and
cold. I’m tired again to the marrow.
Body fights me as the rigid grip
Of my mistress push inward how I
Yearn for my atlas to accompany me
So he may carry this burden instead of I
Pills forgotten equal penance paid in spades of shakes and quakes that cause
Pause and bring pain to the rain and I.
One day of peace from this burden one hidden moment in quiet place where a warrior could fill the sea with tears of pain and remorse.
Only moments of escape before duty call
To these halls that live in limbo. Only moments of silence before the next waves of anguish crash like an unrelenting maelstrom of crushing strain
Just you and I and the rain that soaks my attire. In these small moments I open my poets heart to speak my mind letting silent truths be told in riddles and rhyme
Just a small trickle that is the sea me..
Yes it’s true I’m a bad boy… figured a little graffiti prior to moving in to mark my territory was acceptable and surely if anyone complains I’ll simply ask why were you in my studio office closet? Hmmmm:
Yes tis true I’m bored. I can’t go home and paint because it’s all here
I keep starting to panic because I don’t have my paint stuff set up but then I’m reminded that carpets and floors go in this coming Thursday so by next weekend I’ll be able to paint the actual studio area of the space and start to get thins set up, which I’m very very excited for. The space is large enough for me to be able to incorporate a sitting area and possibly a day bed. That being said I’ll never have to leave we I suppose I’ll have to socialize at some point. Maybe…possibly we shall see. I do have a unique plan for one wall of the studio. This particular wall is floor to ceiling cupboards.
Sorry about the debris my new studio is acting as the staging area for the remodel since it’s the closest open access to the main house that’s not the front door. Anyhow those cupboards with the naturally occurring frames are just screaming paint me. Firstly the entire space is going to be painted white. Pure fresh and unfeathered by distraction. Then as I’m waiting for current pieces to dry I’m going to turn each one of the small doors into its own painting fun yes? I think so. You maybe wondering why paint what could be my next best piece ever on a cupboard door? Well in the spring that wall is slated to get a full length window on the too half so I figure why not have some fun with it because come spring I’ll take them all off prior to demo and add them to the collection if any of them turn out to be “keepers”
Well folks I think that’s my update for today I’ve been up since 1:30a pst and would live to sleep but I’m stuck here at the farm and being a good boy and not participating in any of the wall painting. We are down to the great room and it most likely would kill me if I tried to paint 15-20 foot ceilings with my ribs the way they are so I’ve drafted the kids to make it happen and they are doing a brilliant job!! Yay. Tonight I have to take down the November show currently hanging downtown, which besides clearing some space in the studio was a bust no sales no emails certainly a number of very kind comments, which I always appreciate but nothing that’s going to pay for my health insurance of millions of pills I take each month. Ce la vie. In January I’ll be back at Crema where they love and support their artist. ((Hugs)) to my Crema girls. Right I’m done.
I managed to not completely destroy myself today, that in itself is reason to celebrate. See for those who don’t know me, it’s not as if I’m just a idiot and enjoy self destruction I just haven’t learned my “new” limits with this Parkinson’s disease. One of the tricky things is unless the fatigue kicks in which will stop me in my tracks immediately my mind kicks into “go” mode and I will simply do what needs to be done when presented with a must do situation. I suffer from peripheral neuropathy which for me means I have little to know sensation on my skin, yes, as you sit and ponder what that means. I make a great human voodoo doll.
Lol. No I’m not as cool as that little guy but it is one seriously funny party trick.
Anyhow I digress. When we first took possession of the Farm house it was in really, really bad shape and by the 5th of December we will have repainted and floored the entire main house. During the first few days of this process I thought well since the yard is like 2 years overgrown I’ll start here. Yeah, well I hurt my rib cage something fierce. I couldn’t feel that I had pulled or tore something inside until the damage was already done. So what made today a “Big Day” you may ask. I’ve been slowly packing up the studio and today was the day I asked for help!!! Wow yes there’s hope for me yet.
It makes my tummy hurt a little to see the studio like this but it’s all part of the process right, birth and change of any kind is often painful. I kept the supplies I needed to complete “HOPE”
Which I will complete this weekend and take it over with the final studio stuff this Sunday. Currently all my art stuff is jammed in my soon to be completed studio office at the Farm house.
Yes my tiny little office space. That’s okay my normal office stuff is going in the library at the new house. Speaking of new house not only did 3/4 of the studio leave today a small mountain of boxes left as well .
Yay now only oh 20x more boxes than that and we’ll be on our way the movers for the big stuff come the 14th and I must say I’m sooooo happy I don’t have to move furniture myself this time. With as many times as I’ve moved in the past twenty years I’m more than happy to pay the young lads to move the heavy stuff, especially since the PD borrowed and forgot to return 1/2 my strength and 3/4 my left side range of motion.Oops PD is so forgetful sometimes. right then well I’m getting a bit sleepy, I’ve been up for the past 20 hours I think it’s time for an evening nap. I hope the day was kind to all of you and that your doing well. Never forget: Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.
I would be remiss living in the country I do if I didn’t send out two important messages today one being Happy Thanksgiving the other being Happy Hanukkah. As a rule I’m not very supportive of what commercialized society has done to the holidays here in the states, nor do I think it’s that fabulous that we celebrate what was the basically the demise of one of the greatest cultures in North America being the American Indians. But I do believe in family and creating a culture of love and support within that unit. Over my years in this planet family has meant many things from growing up on the farm with my grand parents to living alone briefly with my father. Not to mention the many years that the friends I had around me at the time were the only family I had close. Family again is about love, support, nurture and caring so in many aspects you who are reading this are a part of my family and for you I’m thankful, very thankful.
I hope where ever you are regardless of culture or creed that today and the coming holiday season fills you with love, hope and strength. Should you ever find yourself in need of a hand to hold be it to lift you up or stand by your side know one thing, I’m right here waiting for you to call my name.
Tis in the small hours of the morning
I miss you most of all.
This darkness pull at my heart and soul
Body quakes and shakes
bones creak and crack
as the pain ripple like cool water
through all that I am, was and will
Simple words fall from the sky
as I catch each one to give to you
not knowing not thinking just doing
and being, for I know only one way.
The sun will come today, bringing a list
of To Do’s and Boo who’s do I have too’s
and what not’s.
Each one given a time and place till
I can finally erase these things and
simply sit with you.
I’ve always had a secret crush on Nico, her voice is so cool. Had I of been of age back then I totally would have been a bohemian, beret wearing finger snapping poetry reading hipster :-D.
Instead I came from a punk rock, new wave old school rock and roll generation. So I was doing poetry slams as 2am with all the other drunken crazies of the time except while they were reading politically charged messages I was still and will hopefully always be the hopeless romantic.
The other day I showed the start of the last piece from my current studio I’d like to give everyone a sneak peek at its current state.
Keep in mind that this is just the very wet beginning so I literally could take this piece any direction, believe it or not I’m leaning towards cool calming colors. The technique I use because of it’s many layers always requires me to start in one place and end in another, hmmm kind of like life and any great adventure we start in one place and end in another. As all great things in life should be a process of growth and change. That being said let look closer into the soul of this piece.
I’m using a variant texturing technique not quite coral not quite your standard palette knife strokes either tho this texture was created wife a knife and wood block. As per usual I’ve already seen the end creation of this piece in my head but I do so enjoy sharing this process with you an keep in mind it’s not always about where the paint is but where it is not. today’s adventure starts soon for me I’ve errands to run a Farm house under construction to attend to and boxes to pack. Yesterday the Duct
Guys came out which was cool because it’s been bloody freezing in the house but no longer now that things in the guts if the house per say are clean I may hear away. Yay!! Right then. Our beautiful I hope the day treats you with kindness and generosity. And I hope hope you treat those in your life equally as well.
Much love and light
PS: public journal is updated
Have I told you how much I miss you lately?. Or how much I appreciate you.
Sometimes just a few simple words can change the day completely. I’ve been so busy lately I have to say I miss this space. Reading all of your words and seeing the images and thoughts you share.
I’m starting to see the light an the end if the tunnel with the farm house. Only 2 baths and the great room left to paint. House 1 has been getting packed up, something I have to give M and the kids credit for. Simply I don’t pack well. When I travel I don’t pack well maybe it’s a genetic thing? Even when I traveled for business all the time I always packed way to much stuff. House packing though since I can’t lift heavy stuff and my arms,elbow,shoulders cramp up so often it makes me more of a hindrance than help. But I digress. I miss spending my days painting, writing and chatting with all of you. This time of year I as many do get pretty reflective of my life. Things have changed so fast and drastically over the past few years I find it hard to even comprehend sometimes. Between you and I I’m a bit worried about my Parkinson’s progression, for once I’m actually looking forward to my next “big” neurology visit in January. I’ve always been very body aware and simply things don’t feel right even for PD. It keeps changing, quickly and since finding someone my age to talk to about it is next to impossible, honestly it freaks me out a bit.
Today here in the Western Hemisphere it’s Monday. So Happy Monday!!! I hope it’s an amazing day for all of you. Soon oh so soon in the scheme of things I’ll be moved to my new home, have a private working studio and have the time to really get focused on the next series I have so many ideas floating in my head that I can’t wait to share. Anyhow you lovely people who give me hope and happiness I’ve got to start my day. I have shopping to do, then hopefully a little artistic painting to do before I go over to the farm house to meet the duct guys and possibly paint a bathroom or two. Though I must be very very carful as my ribs are still very sore (7) on the pain scale after meds. My PD has been acting up a bit today as well probably due to the stress. Again miss you tons!!
And don’t forget: Be brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.