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?