I don't know the difference between truth and dreams
Or know the similarity of reality and lies.
It's like the light in a dark room
Or the dark in a well lit room.
It makes you ask which will stick out in your life:
Success or Failure.
Obviously, you'll have both
But what will others see?
Hell, what will others focus on?
Success gives you arrogance;
Failure gives you depression;
It comes down to the soothing feelings of burning or freezing.
I loved you like an enemy,
And I fought you like a lover.
I'd like to blame my lack of reticence on my sobriety.
Point the finger at my somberness because of my inebriations.
Glancing at my book the page my marker was set. Then a brief altercation and the pages shredded without a sound. Cast away into the crowded sorrow I hide the strands of paper falling through my fingers onto the floor. The new pages to the side are written with pens of fabricated smiles and signed with the hopeful promise of a sunrise tomorrow. The clouds shuffle about in an attempt to block red and orange flowing through my shades. Glancing downward the clouds falter and the colors blend and paint gray shadow, red torchlight, and yellow beams on my half parted smile.
The time has finally come to posting the 1st of many paintings of my new 'style.' This was all brought on by the "Life Force" painting and the support of many good friends liking it a lot. I am quite excited and yet apprehensive about how it will all be received. I have taken to sketching random forms I think look good, or taking a word or thought and abstracting it into a painting.
I have several random ideas finished and am also working on a set for a friend's house and a single painting for another friend's apartment. Both are wood 'canvases' so it takes a while to sand and gesso before painting, but both should be completed within the m
Well we seemed to have made it through the horrible "Life threatening blizzard" that spoiled Christmas for many. Yet as the season demands the adversity of obstacles is always shoved aside to celebrate this sacred time.
I spent Christmas Eve custom painting everyone's presents and surprisingly learned quite a bit about how I want to go about my next couple paintings. To stay way from being ridged and to make what may at the time seem a mistake into a beautiful stroke of the brush.
I'll have the life painting up in the next couple of days (the sketch in scraps) and then I will be out of the gates of passion to get down on canvas the many..