Entry #3: Lights
Thank you all for the love and support over the past few weeks - first store orders are hitting the mail this week! Just in time for the holidays!
I sit in my little studio, starting across the room from my couch, studying a work in progress painting on my easel - still deciding how I want to approach some of the color. This one is coming together, salvaged from the studio floor only by pure force of will. It’s a bouquet of birthflowers, something special for a dear friend and longtime supporter of my work. I’ve been painting alot the last few years, mostly as private and enjoyable personal endeavor, exploring media and style. This particular patron has always expected me to expand and approach my work however I see fit - The Curse Blessing of Freedom. I’ve been perhaps taking this piece too seriously.
This coming weekend, I’m looking forward to displaying a few paintings for the first time in a local gallery here in Portland. The Brasswork’s 2nd Annual Postcard show opens on Saturday, and I’m thrilled to see the collection and turnout. It’s a complete transformation of the space to display a host of artists, and their unique approaches to art on small unassuming canvases. I’m positive my eclectic palate will be charmed.
This past week, I cooked myself a grand old thanksgiving turkey (sorry vegans, I still love you), and have been enjoying the aftermath of pies, sandwiches, experimental infusions and Thanks Givings Feast Redux. The pie may fade, but the Holiday Spirit remains. Yesterday was the 5th anniversary of a traumatic accident which still reverberates in my back, shoulder, hand, and mind. It is also the 10 year anniversary of the release month for MEMETIC #3 onto shelves, the culmination of my first published comic series. I celebrated it with a visit to the grounds, and a viewing of GLADIATOR 2 on the Big Screen (a generous 6.5/10).
It’s been a rollercoaster of a decade, and as I stare down the coming century - I’m prepared for More Rollercoaster. When the wind picks up, it usually picks up slow before the storm, but that electric feeling in the air; the change in the biome: charges everything. I feel that charge right now in every stroke of my brush, and it’s completely intoxicating.
Stay Warm out there,
Much Love