Time and Light Switches

  Like all the great long gone artists I too have a “blue period” in which every thing I paint as of late have been in shades of blue.  It started here with this unfinished piece that to this day remains unfinished.  I have a habit of painting on my hand while I wait for layers to dry.  Sometimes when I get carried away the doodles and  repetitive patterns will travel up my arm reaching as far as my elbow. Often times when I remain fixed on one colour, to the point of obsession, the paintings become more and more abstract while still holding some sense of shape.  After all the colour mixing and fooling around I landed on something of a real shape and composure. All the while sticking with my one-colour colour pallet.  Most recently was this piece with added grey for variant. It was an attempt to sort out some emotions that honestly didn't make any sense but painting it out helped in ways I don't understand.  I'm sure in the days to come I'll have ...

Let them fall let it all fall come let the tears fall come let the pain fall away It’s okay it’s good  to fall It’ll change things child let the weight fall off  it’s okay to feel the light  Come child the light is calling  the heavy it isn’t for you you can be free you will be free I’ve loved you from the very beginning  and that hasn’t changed  i love you more  more   I have freedom to bring to you and kingdoms for you to see  it is as the blessed  you are beloved  Be at peace  for the war has gone and i’ve come to take you home It’s time my child  to come home we’ve been waiting  i can’t wait to see you  Welcome home  my child  my beloved. 

The little things in life, the small moments, the forgotten olive branches. These small gifts they hold greater impact than all grand gestures. Some small thoughts they become catalysts that forever change our lives.  One such moments was a gift I received in the mail oh some months ago. It was a sweet gift from a sweeter friend. A beautifully pained pictured of a bunny. That was all it took. That bunny it changed my whole perspective, created a life altering paradigm shift. It truly was a catalyst.  I thought to myself when I received the painting I wanted to keep it somewhere I could see it all day. That one picture it changed more than it was ever intended to.  I flipped my entire bedroom upside-down it an attempt to accommodate this new picture and thought process. It brought such great joy to my heart this picture of mine.  So you see this world it won’t be changed only by the great and terrible events of this life, but by the small acts of kindness. The...

Once upon a time there was a young girl who loved. She loved and loved and loved, and that my friends was who she was. It was the very essence that made her her. She had been loved so she loved.  This young girl she is me and she is you. We are born intrinsically loving, we are only taught to hate and to fear as we grow.  I can remember a time of being freely fearless. Running rampant though my house as a child. I can remember the time before my life changed in a way I never saw coming. When my biggest worry was if my parents would let me have some ice cream. It was a simpler time, one I’m sure some of you also remember. I can remember the exact moment the first time my heart was broken. Not long ago I would’ve said someone broke it, but I’ve come to understand it was circumstance that broke my heart.  What if we were never taught fear or hate? The world would be so completely and wholly changed. If only we forgot how to hate. Forgot how to fear.  It’s said and belie...