Home on the range

I recently went home to visit my family. I ended up taking pictures on this beautiful partly clouded day with my dad. 

Those Rocky Mountains are ones to be nostalgic for. 

Composites

 I took this photograph while backpacking in Eagle Creek. This is one of the many rivers on the trail. I decided to have a little fun with it. As the river departs and collides, arranging the photograph made sense to me.  Like the water, I feel as if I move together and apart with everything.

A composite of trees and the female figure.

This photograph was taken by Rachel Deehan and edited by myself. Another composite of the female figure. 

Warm nights in Santa Barbara

Missing Parts

Sometimes I feel that I am missing parts. 

Parts of places

Parts of my hands,

that make my imagination

Parts that build 

Parts that hold,

my ideas into place

But,

These gaps have a purpose

Gaps of hurt

Gaps of destruction,

that are filled with infinite space

Connections

During my last session at Brooks Institute I was working on this project. I traveled with a good friend up the California coast to Santa Cruz, and inland to Pleasanton where the rolling hills were a vibrant green. While I was there, I couldn't stop thinking about how the landscape inspired the artwork of my roommate Rachel, who grew up in the area.

This piece is a series of images that were traced and then painted. It symbolizes the connection any human can have with their surroundings, and how we are truly part of the land we live on.

Dreamy

Simply the sound of the Earth may be enough for my ears to hear. My life is a dream, a fantasy come true.

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Strange Travels

Another stranger passing by,

The wheels are turning and light sunrising

Another stranger is another friend,

And if I could pause to feel the air

I would realize,

I am home,

Everywhere.

The world forgetting by the world forgot

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting by the world forgot"

Alexander Pope

Painting thoughts

During my last session at Brooks Institute I did some experimentation with tracing some prints and painting them. Due to lack of time I never quite finished all the painting. Thanks to photoshop, I was able to paint in the lines and get an idea of what it might look like. What do you think?

remembering some good times

Wind power

love in the land

I forgot what I might be looking for.

I waited in silence

listening to the whispers of wind

It told me of the cold

I was frightened that it might bring misery

loneliness

But instead,

The cold wind rattled my insides

stung my skin

with promises of brighter colors

secrets and charm

never again will I doubt the friendship of sunsets

and the intimate kisses of sunrise

Looking forward

I wish I could talk to you.

Like the rain talks to wind

Sweeping it up

Dancing its sorrows

In celebration

I wish you could hear me

Telling you how much you've taught me

To love

Everything

I don't know if I would have ever known

The brilliance

To hold another

And feel their breath

To know that living this life

This moment

Is perfect in every way

Presence in time and space

unique existence in the place you happen to be.

Perhaps these things just pass like the tide

But a gift is a gift and I'm enjoying the ride

When standing on the mountain side, and the sky begins my senses

Nothing can sing what the wind eloquently caresses

Only to feel the relief of light, mirrors of the sky

I'll ignite my love, in hopes to fly

Im a vibrating color

seeded from space

San Francisco

"Dark star crashes, pouring it's light into ashes.

Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis.

Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion.

Shall we go, you and I while we can

Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?"

Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter

Self Portrait

Peacock

ColdSprings

Thank you world for being so awesome.