Archive | August, 2013

Untitled (color-burst) #1

30 Aug

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I love the way layers of color can be added to adjust the original image.  The red in the top left corner just started spreading, almost bursting out.

Sidewalk Art

29 Aug

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I found this brass plate embedded in the sidewalk I was walking on in downtown Canton, OH.  It is from the Berger Manufacturing Company.  It advertised the thick glass sidewalk lights installed at the storefront entrance of one of the downtown businesses.  They are beautiful and unique.  A little Google research gave me a reproduced copy of the original brochure.  I took a picture of this brass plate and decided to paint it.  I love old stuff.

Attic Spaces

28 Aug

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We all have stuff that we don’t use that gets “stored” away somewhere.  I think attics are metaphors for our hearts.  This painting is less about our belongings and more about our souls.

Street of Desires

27 Aug

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These streets are as an enchanting part of New Orleans culture as they are popular culture.

Red Sky at Night

26 Aug

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A recent work.  My girlfriend asked me what prompted me to do this painting and if I had been to the place it depicts.  I said the image was just in my head and that it wasn’t a place I had been.  She spent a number of years out West specifically in California and she said it reminds her of things she saw while living there.  The sky in this painting draws me in as do the mountains in the background.  I guess I paint places I’d like to be, in conditions I would greatly enjoy.

In the Storm

24 Aug

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Sometimes life is hard.  The waves kick up.  The waters foam.  And yet we don’t give up.  We’re in the storm but the storm doesn’t have to own our hearts.

Soul’s Lament on a Perfectly Melancholy Day

21 Aug

I look around the room and I see the things that are in it.  I know this is where I live; I call this place home but it doesn’t feel like it.  I park in the same old parking spot in the same old parking lot at the same old apartment in the same old neighborhood but I still wonder how I got here.  I watch the cars around me when I go places.  People together talking, sharing, living.  I want that and yet it feels out of reach.

I guess I’m just missing you.  I want the life we have when we’re together.  That feels like living.  What is this?  What is this thing we do when we’re apart?  God my heart aches.  I savor the moments we have like a really good glass of wine.  I want the taste on my lips forever.  I want that warming feeling never to go away.  I want the fullness of those moments to last forever.

I’m sad today; feeling vulnerable too.  I’m not going to lie to myself or to anyone.  Sometimes I feel like there’s a billboard that hovers over my car saying, “Watch out for the sad, lonely dude, he’s probably not paying too much attention to his driving.”  It’s actually true.  I am pretty sad and my mind is almost never where it should be when I’m driving.

I miss you.  Come home soon.  I don’t know if I can handle this life.  I want to live our life, the life we have together.

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