Hello 2019

I have a ton of artwork on backlog and this was one I happened to have time to finally finish! I've a lot of work to do and improve on but we are always changing, evolving and growing and that is why art is so humbling. This was a piece I often found myself painting when things seemed to be compressing around me. This, in some way, made me feel liberated. Like I could take up wings and fly. Fly I did and my imagination took me with it! 

I was also inspired by a poem.

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light"