We Walk These Streets - Progress

I love when fellow artists post progress photos. Watching their paintings grow and feeling as though I'm inside the mind of it's creator are so inspiring. Below are progress photos for Regardless and Wakey Wakey, two paintings included in my We Walk These Streets series.

Layering work with the deep-seated words of poets and musicians is a thing of mine. I almost always have music going while I'm painting and sometimes, in those lucky moments, the little buzz in my ear stirs something within. The lexemes stick and impulsively transform my vision, finding their way onto the canvas, breathing a new life. In an instant my intentions for the piece become explicable. Regardless received it's name after a poem by Charles Bukowski. Some of his lines, often raw and dark, can be found beneath the  Fred Hartman Bridge. Wakey Wakey is named after the band who sang the infamous Brooklyn, a song I've long adored and babbled on during most of this painting's production. 

We Walk These Streets

I have a friend who's a complete saint. Every year on his birthday in January he hosts a charity event to raise money for the homeless population of Houston, Texas. Like I said - seriously, such an angel. This year he asked that I be a part of the event and submit some paintings for the auction. I couldn't be more thrilled and am working on a series entitled We Walk These Streets. It's my take on those who are unhoused and displaced, but to many it could represent a variety of emotions and points in our lives such as walking your destined path, feelings of loneliness and isolation, or heck, just your love for the city you live in. That's the great thing about abstract pieces- everyone sees something different and it will evolve into a whole new meaning, an intimate and personal significance. This painting, the first of the series, is called "March". Sometimes we all move to the beat of our own drum and sometimes you just gotta keep moving. 

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Kismet Came Knocking

Two of my paintings recently went home with the sweetest and most encouraging family I know, the Norgards. I suppose Kismet Came Knocking truly lived up to it's name. It's so lovely knowing something I created, something that holds a piece of me, will be treasured by people I love dearly.