I am a difficult stubborn human being with a heart of gold. I bare many scars, I must of been a warrior in another life. I am a human who chose to take the path of art, with no specific goal, just to be in the present and create as much art as a I can in this short lifetime. I fall in love too easily, this has created a few masterpieces. I often paint for hours on end, and take intermittent smoke breaks in the alley way. I like to stare up at the stars at night and take in the glow of the moon. I love peanut butter on toast, and boil my eggs for 9 minutes, which seems to be the perfect amount of time. When I am not painting I drink coffee, and make things to eat. I once put a girlfriend in a painting, I have since stopped that practice. I have worked with humans with terminal illnesses. I have held a man’s hand in his dying moments. I like to paint with Otis, the next generation, he gives me advice on life and teaches me patience. In a matter of speaking I am a ghost, unknown, right in front of you, even though you would say you never saw me. They say every man needs a companion, I guess mine has been painting, steady, always there when I need her, and puts up with my moods, she seen me at my worse and best, and yet always there, omnipresent. It is a mystery as to why I ended up an artist, I guess you could say it was fate. It seems to me that there is still plenty of Mystery left in the world. I have tended to pay close attention to what’s going around me. Whether it is a look on someone’s face, a smile, a tear, a far away stare in the reflection of a train window, a bird in the tree, this is the pulse that I am interested in. I have long been an observer of things, watching the world unfold before my eyes, which by all accounts is directed by an insatiable curiosity. It’s as if I have Orson Welles directing the picture show that is my life, capturing the accidental moments, strange happenings, this is normal for me. I see things that most miss, not because they can’t see it, they are distracted by touch screens and neurotic scrolling, looking for something better than their mundane existence. This mundane is only mundaneness because we have lost the joy of our being in the moment. We are chasing dreams, or running away fromh things, depending on how you look at it. Perhaps this is why time flies, were always seeking the next bend, the next big thing, that will save us from our loneliness. Orson Welles said it best, “love and friendship is the nearest thing that we can find to create the illusion that we are not totally alone.” Well my friends I am happily alone to be me in this world that spins around and around, no beginning, no end, cycling with the cycles, writing blogs and making art in between.
Now a foto to go with words above and a new minimotion.
🎥 a hälts minimotion sepia ail feature of a full moon sesh last night, under the glow did paint flow and human turned artist in the solitude of his home.
These are some recent docufotos of life in and out of the studio.