It’s Been a Minute

I just looked at my site and saw my last article was published in April of 2018, almost a year ago. For those that held on, thank you!

Where did I go? The short answer is ‘nowhere’; which is both true and ironic. I’ve been working a lot. Since being mortal is part of the human condition, I had to eat, pay rent, etc., and as we all know, art doesn’t a living make, unless you know people, have rich parents, or are talented enough to rise above the noise of the global art market – a billion artists souls vying for your eyeball time.

I haven’t been painting on canvas, per se. Like her musical sister in 2013, that Muse packed her bags and left me for brighter pigments. I’ve had a canvas on by easel since April, but all I’ve managed to do is hit it now and then with a duster and compressed air.

I have been exploring the other arts, like digital illustration, writing, and painting miniatures (which I did as a teenager). I’ve also been taking the aforesaid miniatures and composing photographic scenes, which is fun in itself.

Here’s some of the work I’ve been doing. I usually post to Instagram first, but since I’m paying for this site, I might as well use it, eh?

So, have I been productive? That depends on what one considers art. I’ll leave that for you to decide. Some day, canvas muse may come back, or rekindle as the musical muse did briefly, but I’ll always be doing something creative.

The Visitor

First came the odd lights at the window, then movement in the kitchen by the rear door. she knew not if it were British regular or beast, just that it was not welcome. She fired at the movement, but was unsure if she hit it. With little time to reload, she separated the bayonet from the musket and prepared for the fight of her life.


I really don’t have anything artsy or insightful to say. I just wanted to create something with the single source strong light, and am ambient light, which was used a lot in Dutch / Northern Renaissance paintings. She’s bloody, she could use a shower, but she’s survived.

Here’s the close-in.

A Passing of the Quiet

For a few brief moments, there was peace as the battle faded into the distance, she looked around the remains of the building, which had once housed happy children of any town USA, before politics, demagoguery, and all-around hatred, driven home by media sensationalism caused an unrepairable rift in the country. She thought of those who would not see the end of the war, like their brethren in wars past, lives wasted for power brokers who didn’t care about any of them. It was a solemn peacefulness as she remembered squad-mates and their quirks. She then picked up a small bear, and thought of her own child lost very early in the orgy of destruction. She looked at it for a long time before a burst of gunfire rang out blocks away. “Time to go fight,” she sighed, dropping the toy.

Aftermath Remembered

Continuing an apparent theme that fits in with Memorial Day and the senselessness of war – this is really more of a modern take on an earlier era. It’s rare that a soldier is left / forgotten on the battlefield these days, as the thousand kilometer frontlines went out with World War II, still, occasionally a soldier can end up Missing in Action or MIA – this artwork pulls that thread a bit. Ultimately it’s about how there is life in the peace that follows war, or something like that.

A Fragrant Silence

Poppies symbolize those who have fallen in war – particularly World War I, but the souls of the lost and forgotten use them to shout, “here I am” as we living tend to forget them within a generation. In honor of Memorial Day coming up, I’ve put together this scene reminiscent of a glade in the Teutoberg forest, where legions died for the glory of a couple generals and politicians – It’s a story as old as humanity itself, how the humble are the stepping stones for those seeking glory and infamy. May we take a few moment between grilling burgers and sunbathing to remember those who gave all.

The Still Version