Makers

Forest of muchness

Much of me loves the night sky and the wonder of everything but the other half feels most alone as the world sleeps. It to me is the role a painter in the world. It’s magical ,and shit all at once. The fall is the hardest I feel. Something about it is just sad in the darkness. Nothing is awake and the last bits that are are packing up to leave for Winter. Gloomy but honest like a shotgun gun in the silence of the open ocean pointed at the moon.

Always making

Parts and parts

Makers madness

Building and making nonstop and taking vitamins. And a murder.

Little littles

Making has this quality to it that is truly unmatched. Something about creating with your hands that just grabs hold of time and melt the ends of existence. You meld with the creativity.

Love is the paint and your eyes only see the colors, future ,past and present.

Children’s children

UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_16f1I feel like these kids are the future the world is going to see. UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_16f2They are these beautiful little souls and need us to fight for them.UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_16f3I’m going to fight for them in many ways and painting is one of them.

Óla!

This was one of the better paintings I have done this year and I hope you enjoy it too.