Hello and welcome back, it’s always lovely to see you. Today I’ll be posing a question to all that stop by. I’ll soon be making some post and gift cards also some small prints of my work. They will be for sale at the august 6th function and the September Open studio tour. So here’s where you come in. I’m going to post a number of pre-selected pieces and I’d like to know what you think. Keep in mind I’d like to sell these small pack for 5-10-20 usd.
Dreaming of autumn
Fine art of abstraction
With any luck I’ll be able to get a poll in here and we can get an idea of what pieces gain more interest.
now if I’ve done this correctly there should be 1-9 selections plus an other button on the poll.
1. Dreaming of Autumn
2. Heart Broken
left to right ending with
for those of you who would like to have a larger voice in the selection process please press the other button and leave a comment. Let me know which piece(s) you’d like to see.
Thanks again for everything, and always remember to please Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in you life.
A whole bunch of words
In the cold of the night your words give warmth.
A gentle glow..sparks.. Of passion and love yet
to sew seed but born from a deeper place than I’ve traveled before.
A smile so strong a bridge it has built from heart to
heart and back again. Leaving no brick un bruised in the delight of her name.
By what charge of a poets heart does man claim his place
Amongst the angels.
Given no tenor to call home or a voice to speak of,
a wondering soul rest only where angles fear to tread…….
Such darkness gives way to a tender light
Gentle….. Soft….. Lost herself in a strangers land of newness.
A bold place for such a tender heart to trend.
After such destruction has been given her chase only to fall flat
for she rises like the phoenix.
Giving passion to my life like a teenaged boy in heat.
Such passion drip from that fountain that I yearn to
drink from in this life and no other.
Waiting……… Time passes so slowly as the days wander by
looking for a place to call home.
Kisses warm and wet fall upon counters made of Alice’s looking glass
Ponderous thoughts and days are these…..
Left alone…….in a crowded room…..by a mirror facing a mirror and myself.
I wonder what painters hand have I to create these thoughts I think in
colors of green and blue, of silken satin leather, lace and you……
For are we all not the muse of someone else’s muse. Given chase by another
Lovers lover from another place in time and their heart.
Such ponderous thoughts are these….
Such young love does sparkle in your eyes…
How I wish to kiss it from your aching lips
And let’s it’s taste linger upon my thirsting
Tongue as I whisper your name.
Breathe me in as I call to your
Take me deep within your beating soul
The very essence of desire, lust
and greed to consume the very flesh
Our hearts and minds feast upon.
Guide my hands to your wildest places
On your wildest nights on the craziest
days. Wet your lips with all I am
Make me call your name as my back arches
Against the cold stone walls of summers alley.
Give me release for on this day I am all
Yours as I give myself to thee.
Good morning, afternoon and evening. I hope the day has found you well, loved and appreciated for all things you are. This next painting will not be done in The Process style but I will be posting it’s progress as I so often do. This piece I’m painting me, it’s a gift of sorts, more like a self affirmation that it’s okay for me to be me. It’s name is My Love and I think the title is pretty self explanatory and if not them that’s okay too because this ones about me and the depth of my passion and emotional connection to life, people, the planet and the stars above.
That being said here is the first few layers of texture and paint.
And from a different light source
I’ll continue to post the progress of this piece though I believe it will done in the next day or two. On a side note I’ve decided to do an entire new collection for the Salem Arts Buildings grand opening in August. How many pieces? Who knows could be five could be fifty. But being that I’m running out of supplies ( gesso, mixing medium) and money it might be very few. Who knows I’m not to worried about it. I’ve learned as of late especially that sometimes you have to just not worry about it and let things be what they are and stop worrying about what they are not. That being said I’m off to the land of paint.
Have a great Friday and safe weekend. Please remember to Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.
Ps. That crow is my friend lol we’ve coffee each morning together.
I reach for you
Grasping at the small
Words that float and linger
Leaving tastes of want and hope
Lost in the nights sky.
Floating, floating like the ashen fire
Licks the nights
Skin then fades
Fades into the dawns hour
Forever floating just above
The edge of my dreams
And the silent wake of the night
I reach for you…
A special thanks to all of you who have helped make my life worth living. May all your days and nights be forever filled with the love and light you’ve brought to mine.
I’ve tried to not post pics of you personally but hopefully through some of these images you’ll know who you are. Though there are some faces I’ll use no names. One thing and do know this, if your reading this then you where meant to.
If you woke up one day and saw “The Clock” what would you do? And if that clock spoke and said “my friend, I’m sorry but this is what’s going to happen, your body and mind will being to fail you. Eventually you’ll be trapped in a rigid form of a human body and if your lucky the dementia like symptoms will make it so the sadness of what life has become won’t effect you, but it will burden and break the hearts of all those around you.” Yeah,….. What would you do?
Well I made dinner….Then I cried and threw up. I got pissed off, depressed over and over and over again. Then I started to live my life. Parkinson’s disease stripped my career and family from me. But I will not let it take my passion and will to be a great man in my lifetime. I am a Father, painter, poet and warrior. I will not go down without one hell of a fight and certainly not before I spread some love, light and art that our world so desperately needs. We’ve forgotten how live with passion and honoring the true nature of self. Most people don’t find those things until it’s very late in life and if their lucky enough to have the funds and health to enjoy their spiritual and emotion freedom then they do so in the “golden twilight” years of their life..
It’s beautiful and very magical to do so, but what about right now, today, tomorrow and the next while we’re all young enough to LIVE!!?
Here is a quick look at how the the space and studio is shaping up. Plus some of the things that are heading our way.
First I must be thankful for primed blank panels and the strength to create them.
“Burden” “The weight of life and living it with passion”
This piece is an abstract of a cross and a shadow cast by my window. It depicts the weight and beauty of life.
There is a bit of glare from the shop lights but I think you get the idea. There will be a large beautiful silver frame around Blue Moon the moon in this piece is large for the size of the over all panel thus giving it a larger frame will help add scale to the entire piece, I’m personally looking forward to seeing it in it’s full glory tomorrow.
When I was flying back from England last month I did a couple of drawings one of which I thought might make a good Tempest style piece.
Tempest being the large piece on the iron easel in the corner. The drawing for the next piece:
The following image is a larger piece 36x48inch in it’s current state should be considered a very large doodle as it’s simply comprised of charcoal pencil and a “dirty” brush.
This piece will bend and break dimensional norms blending background and foreground imagery at unexpected and hopefully intriguing times. I will also be starting a triptych of the My Girls as a commissioned set so stay tuned. As always thank you for your love and support I truly couldn’t do this without you. And please remember to always. Be brave, be bold and thrive in the life you have.
You never know when it will change.
Many of you know about some of the most private details of my life at this point..
Some of you would even say I’ve over shared…
I guess that’s the beauty of what happens here we all have a choice. To come together under a common bond and share the joys and
sorrows of each others lives. Some to comment, some to watch from the shadows and judge. Either way I made a decision when I first started
blog to be open. Many people forget that this site didn’t start as an Art blog but as my personal journal cataloging my life and struggles with coming to
terms with Young Onset Parkinson’s disease. This journey has taken me around the united states and abroad I’m happy to say I’ve shared every step along the ways, the good the bad and the very ugly personal truths of my life that in reality many of us share in common but would never put out there the way I do.
I’ve said it before and Ill stand by it. I’m a man, no different than any other with the slight exception that I paint and write my heart and soul for all to see. I end 99% of my posts with a kind word. And I pose some hard questions and thoughts because I believe that one man and one voice can change the world.
Art and words have lost their meaning and I will not stand for it another second. For if YOU will not Be Brave and Be Bold or Thrive in the life you have….. I will. If given the chance I would take your hand and shout your name from the roof tops to show the world your brilliance and compassion. Live your words or don’t use them at all. At this point I’ve lost all of it. My job, my career my home and my family and Ill be dammed if I’m going to silence my heart and soul now.
I just received word that I’ve been accepted into a local art co-op. 4 floors of prime down town retail, commercial and loft living space. A place that is positioning its self at the edge of creating an new feel a new scene thriving and ready to make Art believable again. Any person can put brush to canvas, lead to paper and glue a stone to a ring. But only a few can create through there passion to express that love, fear and strength through their art. So again I say…to you.
Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have… No… life is not easy for any of us. But if I can live through the things I’ve seen, done and had happen to me then you can too. I believe in you. I’ve seen your strength, beauty and passion.
That’s all I’ve to say. Namaste Benjamin 1970-current “A life in progress”
There are so many times in life where we simply don’t have control and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Cars crash, loved one pass. People change and grow apart. Life has a funny way when it comes to the way it ebbs and flows.
On that note I have some very sad and upsetting news to share. As many of you know in 2011 after about a year of seeing doctors I was diagnosed with young onset Parkinson’s disease. I worked on and off at my “normal job” for as long as I could until it was clear between the side effects of the medication and the progression of the disease that I would no longer be able to be satisfactory at my job. I then made arrangements to retire. In my down time and absences from work I began painting at a feverish pace desperately searching to reclaim something that was “me” the old me that I had to put in the closet in order to raise a family as I thought they should be raised, steady income, house,wife, car and cats. In my search to be reborn I began to discover who I am at the core of my being. I’m a giver a gentleman a warrior and poetish painter. The same man I was when I started painting 37 years ago. Yes I’m old (ish) 43 currently. Over the course of the past 3 years my Parkinson’s and my personal life has changed a great deal some for the better and some not so much. Over the course of those three years my relationship with M has suffered a great deal and as to not make my entire personal life a matter of public information I’ll keep the details out. I will say to M. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be more aware of the changes happening a they happened or change the direction. I’m sorry that our paths grew apart . But they did. You showed amazing control as you delivered the bad news to me and for that I’ll be forever thankful. And for those of you reading this if you haven’t caught on yes M and I are separating. In life and in marriage not all things grow and change in the same direction and we as a couple have reached a very sad and hurtful point one that I wouldn’t wish on any couple. The point where you love but no longer like or respect your partner.
I will keep painting, writing and posting it is at this point the only solid thing I have to hold on to. That being said I’m going to dry my tears and do my best to do what I ask all of you so often to do. Be brave, be bold and thrive in the life you have.
The Story behind the Art and Artist of Tempest:
Id like to say my life was a fairy tale full of dreams fulfilled, wishes granted
and time well spent. To do so would be far from the truth and a rather boring story.
In Tempest we see the turbulent clouds of dark purple and green both colors hopeful yet full
of a troubled heart and life. Struggling to find my way on this new path that life has chosen for me.
The form of the figure one could say is female in its curves full of soft sweeping motion and a resemblance
of a musical clef. I her shoulder and breast is a figurative form of infinity giving reference to a belief that I have
that all things are one both past and present. Also in reference to our human cycle of life destined to
repeat our pasts until the puzzle is solved.
She holds her head high above the sky yet in a position of sadness as so often I do. Sad for the hurt in this world,
sad for the hurt in my soul. The window shines a soft yet illuminating light and for me is also the window to my heart
and soul. of two minds hoping to give light to those I encounter in this lifetime and the light that shines out of the darkness
that I so often find myself in. One could ask how someone so tormented could always wishes everyone well, joy, love and happiness.
Its simple I don’t ever want anyone to live through see or feel things that I’ve experienced in my life.
The window, of hope in the darkness.
The spheres find their way to the Tempests side as she stands strong in the calm of the dark purple calm.
Circles, we could write a book on the metaphorical meaning of the circle. Matter of fact there is probably
a guy sipping scotch on a beach somewhere who has. For me in this piece the are eternal, life, death alpha and omega.
From one we have the tree of life emerging from the darkness of the shadow. An ever-present reminder that even in
the darkest of times life will find a way to carry on. From the other sphere we have a cord somewhat of an umbilical
to the tempest also representing the twists and turn of this elegant dance of existence we call life.
Please take from this piece what you will it has and never will be my intent to force my will upon the viewer.
Life is hard, mine, yours, his and hers but life is also beautiful full of hidden graces.
The spring breeze scented with flowers that come but once a year.
Summer sunsets so magical people make a living chasing them down to simply capture the moment.
A child’s first breath and the unconditional love of an old friend.
First kisses and last dances these are the things that make weathering the storm worth living.
So it is with these words from my heart to yours I give you and world. The Tempest.
Tempest ~ My Girl Collection
41.5″ x 48.5′
Inks and Acrylics
Close up 1.
Close up 2.
Close up 3.
Where we started.. As always Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.
A life in Progress
**Ink sketch done by Picasso