
“Into the woods, by the water, in the weeds.
Beneath a dark blanket of trees.
Soul is tired saving self…
Some lives here are worse than death.”
One of my trail photos. I feel welcome there most of all.
Art, Photos, Music, some thoughts…

“Into the woods, by the water, in the weeds.
Beneath a dark blanket of trees.
Soul is tired saving self…
Some lives here are worse than death.”
One of my trail photos. I feel welcome there most of all.

I had to say goodbye to someone very important to me today. Didn’t expect it but knew I’d have to face a farewell eventually. It’s been nearly a decade and this hurts, but I dearly wish them well.

This year for me has been about wrapping up loose ends and finishing what I’ve spent enough time burdened by. A definite mission to live the way I need to in this time and space or not at all. There is enough courage for the risk. Move forward.

The latest painting I finished using a landscape photo book as reference. That small sun was tricky, but I like how it turned out overall.

A Mighty Price – https://youtu.be/OwX39um73_0 – This song has been done for many weeks, but recording had to wait until my class was finished & the room was finished and I’d settled in on my new job. Took a while, but I’m glad to say I’m not quite finished with music. Lyrics at the youtube link if you’d like.
My contest entry has been accepted
I wasn’t planning to enter this year, but I wrote this and felt it had the right energy this time, It’s a reminder to myself to be as present and open as I can be, while I can. I think it’s a message worth sharing. If you listen, thank you and I hope you enjoy. Poem below.
Be As the Water
No, the river rising won’t mind the flood.
Like arms of the ocean, to the sky every open.
Given good and bad, it fills up in love.
Any and all and more than enough.
What lessons? To accept this life gave what you need.
The good and bad equal the meaningful between.
So be as the water ever open to the sky.
Forget how you got here. Forget you asked why.
Why? Why? Why? No reason at all.
Tomorrow is yesterday, over and done.
To be is all purpose could ever want.
However you got here is with a goodbye,
Sure as the loss as each moment here dies.
So be as the water ever open to the sky.
Forget how you got here. Forget you ask why.
Why? Why? No reason at all.
Link to browse all the other cool contest entries this year: https://tinydeskcontest.npr.org/2024/browse-2024/

A small canvas skull painting, the first completed of 2024. Last year put me through it and making it to the next with such a changed perspective is a gift I paid a high cost, but that’s that. The coward in me will be put to death at every turn this year. No more suffering.


Referencing a landscape book I’ve had for years. I never paint wild life so I thought this was a good place to try for a change.
The final version I’m really proud of.

A spray painted background. I free handed this one and see different things when I look at it. Dancing with a ghost. Trying to kill a ghost. Being taken over by a ghost. Fending off possession. Something like that.