They want a grizzly. A bear for the expanse of wall in the new section of the hospital. Color and joy for contemplation and encouragement of their patients. I choose a 40” x 30” canvas and brush on pigment. Browns and reds and oranges for the bruin. Teals and yellows and greens for his forest. […]
"Hang a painting on your wall. It will change your home. When you change your home, you change your world."
Color brightens our lives.
Brushstrokes should be wild and not restricted.
Everyone has walls hungry for a painting.
Failures mark the path to big breakthroughs.
Mondays are best in front of an easel.
See your world differently through the lens of a painting.
A bear comes alive on my canvas. I like him. I should stop painting. Instead I add brushstrokes. Bad idea. I lose him. He disappears into a mess of goo. Fortunately, I took a photo before he slammed the door. I repeat the same brushstrokes. I repeat the same colors. I repeat the same everything. […]
There is a rhythmic rumble in the fields of ice. Dark stands up to sky. Curtains of electrons explode into fantastic light. Shimmers of luminescence chase away darkness. The rumbling stops. A slumbering bear glows gold. She twitches from a tickle and feels peculiar. And the Aurora began to dance in her fur.