Firefly Redux

I channeled Leo Villarreal when I originally did this back in 2015. Over shows it received some damage, so I spent today putting it back together. It will be at my booth for the Great Lakes Medieval Faire. It needs a home. Here are some repair process pictures.

One of the frames came loose. As you can see from the next one, I painted both sides of the canvas, much like I did for “Artistic Triage.”

Back-side above, front below.

You can’t really see it here but I use blue, green, and purple to achieve the presence of all colors… or is it the absence?

Taken from above on my bed. The painting is 30×40 (I think). She’s big.

Here’s where Villarreal comes in. The painting lights up. It’s electric USB so there needs to be an outlet nearby.

It’s also 3D. Admittedly, modern art was a phase for me, I found out it wasn’t my jam, so there’s only 2-3 pieces in that category.

View from the bottom. The fireflies are hanging out over the grass.

Available for purchase.

Believe

“Believe” arrives at the hour when the visible world loosens its grip and the older one beneath begins to glow. A wisteria, ancient and twice-twisted, holds the center of the canvas, its trunk rising from the dark margin of a still pond into a canopy heavy with bloom. Magenta and rose gather at the crown, while the long racemes descend in violet curtains toward the water, each pendant cluster trailing like a thought too patient to be spoken aloud.

Believe

The phenomenon that gives the piece its strange pulse is bioluminescence. Veins of cold blue light run the length of the trunk and gather in the roots, as though the tree had swallowed a portion of the moon and kept it burning within. That same light returns in the water at its feet, doubled and softened, so that the wisteria appears to stand upon its own reflected fire. Above, a slender crescent presides over a sky banked with luminous cloud, an old companion to anyone who has kept watch through the small hours.

Wisteria has long carried meanings that exceed its beauty. In the gardens of the East it stands for longevity and the endurance of devotion, its woody vines outliving the generations that first planted them. The Art Nouveau masters, Tiffany foremost among them, prized its cascading form for the way it dissolved the boundary between architecture and growth. Here the flower serves an older purpose still, marking the place where the seen and the unseen exchange their confidences, where all that hangs downward toward the dark is answered by all that rises upward toward the light.

The title asks little and offers much. Belief, in the sense the painting intends, is the quiet conviction that the dark is never merely the absence of light. The void was never empty. Something has always been waiting within the roots, within the water, within the patient descent of the blossoms, ready to shine for those who hold their gaze long enough to see it.

“Believe” is an original acrylic painting on canvas, eighteen by twenty-four inches. Sold.

Convergence

A medieval castle sits in afternoon light, suspended between history and something older

I did not set out to paint a ghost story. I set out to paint a castle.
Somewhere in the process, the painting decided what it wanted to be, which is something any painter who has spent serious time at the easel will recognize. You plan one thing and the canvas negotiates. Convergence is the result of that negotiation.


The castle came first. I have always been drawn to medieval architecture, to the logic of towers and curtain walls, to the way a fortress sits upon its hill with the particular confidence of something built to last. I wanted that warmth of late afternoon stone, that ochre and sienna glow that makes old masonry look almost alive. I wanted it to feel prosperous. Safe. Untroubled….That feeling of false safety is where the painting’s real subject announced itself.

Convergence


The ghost came next, rising from the lower left, from the water. She was always going to be there. I cannot entirely explain her except to say that certain paintings require a witness, and she is that witness, patient, translucent, unhurried. She has been waiting longer than the castle has stood.


The storm was already building in the upper right. The mountains there carry that particular grey-blue of approaching weather, and the clouds push down toward the valley with no great urgency, which makes them more ominous rather than less. Urgency can be outrun. That slow, indifferent gathering cannot.


Between the ghost and the storm, the castle sits in its afternoon light, entirely unaware. The blue sky above it still looks like an ordinary day. That is the heart of the matter.
The swans were the last element to fully resolve, and I am most pleased with them. The large bird in the foreground demanded honesty, the exact orange-red of the bill, the weight of the body on the water. Swans have carried enormous symbolic weight across European tradition for a very long time, and I wanted these birds to earn their place in that company rather than merely decorate the foreground. They are witnesses too, though of a different order than the ghost. They are simply living their lives, indifferent to the drama gathering above them, which strikes me as true to how the world actually works.


My partner named the painting. She looked at it and said convergence, and that was the end of the matter. She saw immediately what I had been working toward, the ghost, the storm, and the castle all moving toward the same moment of reckoning along their separate paths. The regent in that tower, whoever he may be, has a buried past. The painting knows this even if he does not.


If I’m asked what tradition this work belongs to. I would say it belongs to the tradition of moral landscape, the idea, running from the Northern European painters through the Romantics, that the natural world is not merely scenery. It reflects. It remembers. It converges.

New Year, New Creations

Hello everyone! It’s 2025! This year is going to be a year of change for me, with lots going on in my life. Art wise, I’ll still be going strong, though I must admit I took some time to invest in a series of books I’m writing. I’m also actively writing poetry, and journeying into music creation.

My rock and muse, Jessica is by my side, supporting my shenanigans, so expect a lot of creativity!

Here’s a 2024 in review, in case you missed any of the art.

Seymour

A close-up painting of Seymour, the sea turtle from the product line "Seymour," shows him swimming gracefully underwater. Seymour's content expression is highlighted by his large, expressive eyes and meticulously detailed scales on his flippers and head. The background features a vibrant blue, enhancing the sense of depth and creating an engaging oceanic environment.

I painted this at the Fernandina Beach Shrimp Festival while dressed as the Pink Pantser (a pirate wearing pink for breast cancer awareness). It’s my first acrylic / canvas painting in a long time.


William Thatch, Chief Conservator of Oceanic Insight Magazine.


San Fernandina, FL,

“Seymour,” an intriguing work of art, captures the playful essence of sea life through the eyes of a seasoned naturalist and art critic. I find this painting to be a delightful confluence of accurate biological representation and whimsical artistic interpretation.

The artist has skillfully employed a palette that resonates with the vibrant hues of the ocean, lending the work an almost tangible quality of life beneath the waves. The choice of colors is both true to the natural appearance of the sea turtle and enhanced for artistic effect, creating a compelling visual narrative. The turtle’s gaze is rendered with a gentle anthropomorphism that invites viewers to consider the creature’s perspective, a subtle nudge towards empathy for marine life.

The composition, while simple, is effective in its focus on the turtle’s face, drawing attention to the details in the eyes and the patterns on the shell. These elements are depicted with a degree of stylization that does not detract from the overall naturalistic approach but adds a touch of charm and character to the subject.

“Seymour” thus stands at the crossroads of art and science, a testament to the power of painting to both represent and interpret the natural world. It’s an exemplary piece that showcases the artist’s ability to communicate the wonder of marine creatures while also engaging an audience in the broader conversation about ocean conservation.

Reflections on death and Stuff

It’s a doodle. I just wanted to play around. I’m not sure if it means anything. If I had to stretch and be artsy, how about “The magic that exists at the moment of death? Where all possibilities culminate in a grand new chapter of adventure? Or a simple meal for the bacteria in the ground?”

Art Attack 2021

I’ve been eye deep in excel this week, so no art, so I decided to make a a video of 2021 art. digitalart #art #kunst #peinture #artwork #cryptoart #cryptoartist from 2021. Themes include #empowerment #fragility & #beauty of #life #nature #selfworth #struggle #acceptance #women #war #dnd #fantasy #scifiart the #psyche etc.

https://youtu.be/Ofq7NiB4Ja0

YouTube because somehow the video wouldn’t upload here. It will open in a separate tab.

Nature – Victim

So I throw all these words out to explain my #art but really, it comes down to mood as the #artwork progresses. This was first focused on #hair – I am not apologetic for objectifying luscious locks – then it moved into the #goth #vampire realm ( #notsorry ) and then setting back into #nature (which I love) – I’ll let you figure out how vampires are #victims and apply that to the damage humans are doing to our madre de #nature. I really shouldn’t even bother with trying to explain it, but for my three fans I will sacrifice :). I mean, it’s not like an influencer like Waagen is going to come along in 250 years and hawk my stuff to wealthy Parisians, while calling it emblematic of the American Golden Age to make a buck. But I digress. Hope you enjoy it.