Minor Monumental Moments

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Pond Water, 2014 charcoal on birch wood, 18"x18"

Pond Water, 2014
charcoal on birch wood, 18″x18″

Day Dreamers, 2014 charcoal on birch wood, 18"x18"

Day Dreamers, 2014
charcoal on birch wood, 18″x18″

Watching the Rain, 2014 charcoal, soft pastel and acrylic ink on birch wood

Watching the Rain, 2014
charcoal, soft pastel and acrylic ink on birch wood, 18″x18″

Climbing, 2014 charcoal and acrylic ink on birch wood 18"x18"

Climbing, 2014
charcoal and acrylic ink on birch wood, 18″x18″

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When reflecting back on life, I see glimpses of vague memories strung together.  While the details dissipate, the experience has bonded to my senses.  The smell of the rain, the chill of the cold glass, the warmth of the sunlight on my back and the dreams I once imagined.  And while the small moments in my childhood seemed so insignificant at the time, they are some how bound to my subconscious, shaping my adulthood.  These silhouettes represent the brief moments in early life that stick out in your memory decades later.

Wading and Wandering

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Onward
Charcoal and acrylic ink on birch wood.
12″x 12″ 2013 ~Sold~

Wandering
Oil paint on canvas. 24″ x 31″
2013 ~Sold~

Wading
Acrylic ink on canvas. 16″x 16″  2013

Wading & Wandering My haunted images depict my wading through tragedy as I wander in search for any recognizable trace of the self I once knew. The faceless figures frozen, mid-motion in a still-frame, reflect my limbo of forlornness after the passing of my father. Death leaves the living behind with altered perspective on their existence. The once clear visions of my future and myself appear to me as a haze, like a vague memory of someone I once met in a dream. I wade & wander onward until I find an alternate way toward where I was always going. Dedicated to my recently departed loved ones: William Jones, Lesa Meyes, Afran Hirsch and Howard Mac Jones

My haunted images depict my wading through tragedy as I wander in search for any recognizable trace of the self I once knew. The faceless figures frozen, mid-motion in a still-frame, reflect my limbo of forlornness after the passing of my father. Death leaves the living behind with altered perspective on their existence. The once clear visions of my future and myself appear to me as a haze, like a vague memory of someone I once met in a dream.  I wade & wander onward until I find an alternate way toward where I was always going.

Dedicated to my recently departed loved ones:

William Jones, Lesa Meyes, Afran Hirsch and Howard Mac Jones