#445 • The River That Runs Through

 

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Our property borders the Carrabassett River. Almost a week ago, as it consumed the torrential rain we received on it's journey through the valley, the river came up as fast and as dramatically as it does during spring runoff. There's nothing scarier than watching nature throw weight around. It's a reminder of what is ultimately the activities director here on Earth, and what can be a decisive but exquisite killer when riled up. 

In the meantime I conjured up an image of a beautiful, meandering and serene waterway because quite frankly, I don't have the guts to scare the shit out of myself more than I already do out there when I tempt nature.

The River That Runs Through • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12"• $275

#444 • Undulating Waves of Color

 

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It doesn't matter whether of not we have late summer rains - the local knowledge claims more rain, brighter foliage, the fall foliage in Maine is always spectacular especially in the mountains where there are waves upon waves of undulating color. Muted now, the ridges are more at ease, more peaceful and quiet except for those ferocious gusts that fight for the remaining leaves which the trees gladly relinquish for winter bedding.

Undulating Waves of Color • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $275

#443 • The Black of Fall

 

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If I had to pick a season that inspires me as an artist the most, it would have to be fall. Not the bright colors, but the absence of in between - what isn't there like a good horror movie.

It's the phonics of words like onyx and obsidian, and midnight - the pinnacle of dark time.

It's the underneath where I see beginning, creation, possibility. To feel fear and be forced to empower primal senses in order to move ahead fully present, listening and feeling forward humbly on hands and knees, and then slowly rising to meet the great unknown as a warrior of light is a profound blessing.

The Black of Fall • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $275