I can’t even begin to express
This feeling that crushes
And burns in my chest.
It claws at my heart and tears
At my brain
slowly it breaks me
and drives me insane.
These tears that flow,
show no signs
Of slow nor stopping any time soon. I’ve loved you forever
and over the moon.
Yes… Your my everything
and my in between
your are my heart before it fell apart and made me this
thing I’ve become.
I’ll love you forever
for you are my blood
You carry my name and the next
Chance to be,
a better man, father
and person than me….
I love and miss you my boy with every breath I take.
Hello, it’s nice to see you again. I hope the world and life has been treating you well. Things here the studio are slowly but surely picking up. Granted it’s been a year since I’ve sold piece but honestly I needed the time off to figure out this new life of mine. So many challenges both new and old. As I so often have done over the years I paint what I need in my life. So today I’m pleased to introduce you to:
To follow is a few close up photos. About 90% of this piece was done with a pallet knife and a homemade device similar to a squiggie or window scraper. The rest of it was hand detailed with a small brush or painters cloth,in between layers of varnish and gloss medium creating a greater sense of depth.
In conclusion I’d like to remind everyone to practice patience, be kind to each other and most of all be kind to yourself. The world needs your contributions to make it a better place. Until we meet again.
So the question is. If everything changes what are we working towards? Where are we moving towards, and what is the goal of this life..?
Kind of a heavy question… Well honestly, I see the answer as simple. It’s the getting there that’s hard. Happiness. Peace of mind and contentment is the goal. As a whole, I feel we’ve lost touch with what happiness is and means. Sure I know it’s different for each of us but in many ways it isn’t .
Having and living with Parkinson’s disease at a young age has taught me that Happiness is our common ground, the one thing that all humans crave, we share the same desires to feel loved, to feel safe and cared for. These feelings translated into actions create a common, and mutual sense of happiness. A sense of home and well being. Sure money and stuff is nice, it’s a great distraction and creates an amazing sense of freedom, but at the end of the day we all die alone with nothing to take with us but the reflections of our lives. The sense that we accomplished something in our short time on this planet. For me it’s Art, family and the sharing of my story and journey through an un-curable progressive neuro-degenerative disease so that in the future it may be easier to understand and diagnose Parkinson’s disease.
Thanks again for stopping in an letting me share my journey. I look forward to seeing you again.
“A life in progress”
**Todays thoughts are brought to you by a conversation I had with my 16 year old son. Today we talked about the finalization of my divorce. Trying to explain that even though life as both he and I knew it has changed it doesn’t mean that we, he or I can’t still be happy. That I still am the man, father and mentor I always have been regardless of where I live.
Everyday I sit and try to make time to write or post updates on the adventures of my life. Yet there never seems to be enough time. I paint and live, socialize, volunteer and do consulting work not to mention try to have some sort of private life, sometimes I think I should just have a video camera attached to my hat lol… But then nobody really wants to see details of a crazy painters life..
Lately my PD has been fighting me at every turn. Honestly it feels like my symptoms are changing again and I’m not sure I’m ready for that reality yet.
Anyhow enough of all the depressing stuff, everybody has their own demons. I can’t remember if I have shared the Gallery Showing I had this last Wednesday. If I hadn’t please take a quick look at a few pics from the evening.
Since then I’ve been working on a few smaller “test” pieces this first photo is an example piece o what I would like to do on a large scale.
Here I’m trying to work with less texturing but give what texture does exists a more bold and defined look which I think will look very striking in a much larger form.
This next piece is a practice in warm and bold colours, sand, fire, sun, stone.
I have a third and fourth piece I’m working on as well but I’m not ready to share them at this point, soon though.
Well time is slipping by as w speak so I must bid you adieu for the time being. Until we meet again. Please remember to be Brave, be Bold and Thrive in the life you have.
Much love and light.
“A life in progress”
The end of summer and beginning of fall are always a time of great reflection for me. The days start to grow colder and shorter, the leaves here in the Pacific Northwest begin their change from green to gold. The world looks back at the summer days and longs for one more night.
One more sunburned kiss one more most amazing sunset ever.
**Special thanks to Ottawa for the sunset memories**
Lately I’ve been focusing on two pieces. Both born from a previous commissioned piece.
#1 green/yellow/blue currently I’m not releasing the title.
And a close up.
So far on This piece just the back ground is done. It’ll still add some primary aquatic color and texture.
The second piece is I’m colors of passion…. Or as I see it.
And a little up close and personal pic.
This piece will be completed in this style:
I’ve also been re-touching an older oil piece. This was one of the first Abstract “mother and child” pieces I did starting back in the late 80’s early 90’s. This piece used to be 4 feet by 4 feet then one day durning a cross country move~ disaster struck…..a rip in the canvas.. :( this small 18-24 section is all that was salvageable. In my opinion it’s title and image still stand the test of time. It’s an embryonic view of mother and child.
close up view again.
Well folks that’s about all I’ve got for you today. I hope the world has been kind to you all and you to it. Please remember to always.
Be Brave, Be Bold and Thrive in the life you have. You never know when it will change… And it will.
Good morning, afternoon and evening. I know… I’m bad :( it’s been to long since I’ve posted. In my defense life has been far larger than myself as of late. Between trying to get into a rhythm here at home after what feels like 8 months of travel and having the studio tours in mid swing. Things have been going fast needless to say.
Here is quick look at what’s been going on.
A nice selection o prints.
A different view.
I have to say the studio tour was pretty cool. We had about 60 people come through over a two day period. Some how going into this weekend I thought I’d have time to paint during the tour but in reality I spent most of the time talking with guests which was absolutely fantastic. I did however manage to get started on this piece:
And the customary close ups,
And one more for good measure,
Though the weekend had some trying times all in all it was a great experience and something I certainly plan to do again next year. So what’s left for the rest of this year? Well I’ll be hiding fast here at home, no more Ottawa,Saint Louis, New York or UK trips planned for this year. I’m thinking some nesting as start to Dream of Autumn
I was going to send this piece to a friend but that time has passed so me, a nice cozy warm studio some home cooked meals and a mountain for paint~ Sounds like a perfect way to hide away and create the next collection of work. As always I have to thank those if you who have stood by my side over the paste 5 months. You’ve seen me go through the hardest times in my life and from the very depths o my soul…. I give thanks. I’ve made friends I never thought I’d have and lost friends I never thought is lose. But as the dust starts to settle I’m finding myself embraced here locally in many ways, simply it’s good to be home and good to be back to wordpress.
All my love,
“A life in progress”
Colors blend as lines / roles fade and meld into the symmetry of
Form, shaded by candle light giving the knight hope.. Keeping
The mind and souls demons at bay…. Such heart, does this ink bleed for ones taste in the mornings rain.
Lilies, soft and white give grace to day… The soft scent lifts to a place where only your name can be wrapped in words of trust…….
One of the things about travel is it really makes coming home special. This trip has kicked my ass. I’ve loved, lost and found my spirit. I will travel as long as my body allows. PD has taken so much much from me but I refuse to let it take my heart and soul. I’d much rather paint and write, protect and serve than give up. I’ll never give up.
To NY and STL thank you. To Ottawa thanks for the life lesson. To the folks at home I’ll see you as soon as I can and to the rest of you. Never be afraid to love and live with your whole being.
Again so many thanks to my family here on WP, you’ve supported me through so many journeys, ups and downs and all arounds. To you I’m forever thankful.
There is a time and place for everything they say…..
And tonight brought tears to my eyes.
The crickets here in the upper northeast are in full swing tonight
And I’m missing someone very dear to me. Someone I’ll probably never see again in this life and the crickets seem to know.
I took a walk up the lane after supper only to find myself drifting in thought until I came across the “Blarney Stone” playing my sweet Irish tunes live in the pavilion. The little ones were dancing as the elders tapped their toes. There were smiles all around except in my eyes. My music, me being made up of a bag of welsh and Irish. As the crickets softly sing. eich bod yn torri fy nghalon
No tune can shine these blue eyes tonight. No smiles can lift a broken heart.
Some losses are to great to bare alone and some are simply to great to bare.
Tonight’s a night I wish I was stone. Cold and could turn it off make it go away. Bury my pain in a pit and walk away, run away as fast as I could…. If I could….I would….
But instead I write here to you all of you to bare witness to these things of mine that should be put in a box and tossed in the basement with the mementos of past lives… And maybe with some luck they will be, but not tonight. Tonight I will cry with the crickets and drink with the devil. And my god forgive me in the mornings light.
As I brace my body and mind to once again set out on this next adventure I do so with a great mindfulness of who I am. Probably more so than I have in all of my travel in all my days. There comes a time in our lives when the veil starts to rise and we begin to see ourselves more clearly with more clarity than ever before. I feel I’m in that place. I’m learning to accept my fears as an man, father, artist and human. I accept that I yearn to be held, to have a partner to share the joys and sorrows of life and I do so proudly. I accept my limitations and understand that they will change as I do. I’d like to say I’m happy and some times I am and sometimes I’m not, but hey, that’s life.
In just a few short minutes I’ll call my cab and I’ll once again leave my lovely area of the world and as I do I’ll leave you with this question. In your heart of hearts are you happy, have you known love, given it, received it? I have and it’s a beautiful, scary, marvelous thing. I thank you as always for your time, your kindness and you support.
New Lotus #2 a work in progress.
May you too learn to rise above the challenges in your life, be fearful, but don’t live it fear. Be bold but not brash, be brave but not inconsiderate. Most of all be you. For you are one of a kind and have a gift to give the world that is unique and special to only you.
Much love and light. I’ll do my best to post when I can from wherever I can.
The traveling poetish painter.
“A life in progress”
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…