Who could argue that Fall is the best? It's certainly my favorite season, with the changing colors of the leaves, the cooler, fresher temperatures, and the smells. Here, where I live, in somewhat northern Canada, snow has banished the beautiful Fall. I hate snow!
So, maybe I painted this at a somewhat weird time, but that's okay. Painters should just paint what they feel. I feel that Old Man Winter is a pain in the butt! ;)
I've liked art ever since I picked up a pencil at age 8. I also always cared about what it can do. It can make someone cry. It can make someone angry. It can make someone think, "Huh?". Good!
This is a piece that only my most thinking collectors will understand. It's called, The Last Supper (Transmogrified). I rather dislike the old painting, The Last Supper. I simply find it quite boring and irrelevant. So, in my usual fashion, I was a real character and pain in the ass and created my version, or should I say, anti-version. Heh-heh... ;)
Autumn is my favorite season. I like the cooler temperatures, the ever-changing and unsettled sky, and the changing colors of the leaves. There's something else I like about it. I like the bittersweet feeling it gives me. This goes back to my childhood when I'd be outside in the woods, or trudging through a bog, or sitting by a cool river. I'd be by myself, alone with my thoughts, not a care in the world. These are great memories that are mixed with some melancholy. There's always a strange part of me that wants to stay there in child land. I know one reason I paint the way I do is because of my childlike nature. I will never let this go, it's a big part of who I am, is how I see the world, and it gives me a raw nature that comes out in my art.
I called this painting, Autumn Spirit, and I'm very proud of it. It really talks of the moodiness of Autumn. The storms threaten, the winds pick up, the birds flee, and Father Sky shifts around. Yes, Fall is splendid, Mother Earth and Father Sky show their magic spectacle and a shadowy figure is like a passing spirit.
I gaze at Autumn with a loving eye mixed with a little bit of longing, longing for my days as a naive little boy, alone in his wonderful world.
Remember when you were younger, before you matured, before more mature responsibilities took hold. Ha! Ha! I recall this with immense pleasure! Well, this painting is all about that. This girl is enjoying being spontaneous, free, fun, kooky, and unselfconscious. What a great place that is to be in!
Can we still be like this girl? You're darn right! Actually, I do it a lot! Maybe you will too. X
Do you ever think about who makes the big decisions? You know, governmental stuff and the like. I do. In fact, this painting deals with that. I called it, Big Brother. I'm not referring to that stupid show, but the really scary one. To me, Big Brother is a vapid and rather sinister entity that makes decisions for us, even though it's dishonest and definitely doesn't have our best interests in mind. It sees us as cogs in the machine, worker bees, and faceless drones. As long as we keep on trudging along, doing what we're told, and keeping the machine running, things will basically be okay. That's what they lead us to believe. Bullshit!
This Goddamned machine is corrupt, is an evil club, and doesn't give a shit what you feel. Education is terrible, healthcare is awful, and it's even damaging its own economy. It's like a big, dumb monster that eats and eats, but is never satisfied. It eats up our money, resources, and hopes. It steps on the Native North Americans, is in bed with big companies, and allows them to pollute the land and water. If you tend to just go along with things, hoping that everything will be okay, maybe you should take notice. If we, the people, the citizens, the taxpayers, don't care, who will?
I remember when I was a kid, we'd go to church, family stuff was cool, and church was a peaceful thing. The lights, the mood, it was very serene, especially in winter when it would snow.
I called this piece, Heading to Church On a Snowy Night. I'm pleased with how it turned out. You have the color and light, but also the shadow and subdued tones, winter-feel, as well as a hint of melancholy.
Next time you are out and about in winter on a snowy night, take a good look around at the beauty that is our world. Really feel the mood. X
Ahhh..., crows...MY crows..., and sometimes YOUR crows...magic! When we feel them, really see them, we feel an excitement. We have excitement for the known and the unknown. Dark mysteries can be fun. Darkness brought to light can be beautiful. The yin and yang of life is the truth we all can remember and benefit from. When there's a balance, our existence becomes better, somehow. When this realization comes to light, the unknown doesn't seem so spooky. When we stop to really see and feel everything around us, we can be transformed.
I called this painting, Explosion of Crow Magic. It shows my abstract way and love for crows. The woman in the center is morphing with the crows and swirling energies. They eventually will merge and become one. Crows inspire me so much. May they also inspire you. X
When I was little, the world was a fantastic place. I have always had the mind of an artist. My childhood really did seem surreal. For a child, that can be good, bad or ugly. Dreams can be like nightmares and can lead to sitting on the hall stairs at 3 in the morning, too hyped-up and scared to sleep. The night and darkness held all sorts of possible ghouls and goblins.
In this piece, Surrealistic Childhood, we see my mother and I. We were close when I was a kid.
In my art, my life and experiences come out. That's how I want it.
See you in your dreamscapes... ;)
We can feel free, like the woman in this oil painting. How? Venture to the ocean. Really listen to the healing sounds there, the back and forth of the age-old waves, crying gulls, and your bare feet splashing by the shore. That big blue expanse, the greatest sky, that stretches to forever, where the only limit is within your own mind. Your mind's eye can see so very deeply. Allow it to keep on seeing, as we travel to the magic of the eternal...
I called this piece, Absolute Peace. May you find yours.
My better half, as she walks on a beach in eastern Canada. I didn't use this photo for the painting above, but it reminds me of great things, like the feeling of being by the ocean. She adores spending time there, she's a water person, a great swimmer, loves the salty air, and exploring the beach. We collect the sea glass and shells. It's immensely relaxing.
I took this photo and have always loved how it turned out. Her shadow is epic.
This old and rustic lighthouse, it still stands proudly. It's a beacon and a savior. There's a lady who lives there. She stands proud as well. She's steady on the rocks. She knows who she is. She's ready for the storms.
I called this painting, Lighthouse Lady. Someday, I hope to return to the ocean where I come from. I miss everything about it. Until then, the sound of ocean stays in my mind.