Sunset at Mountain Lake…artist progress

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Nature is Magic-

I hear Alpha Ville’s Forever young, and wonder “are we going to drop the bomb or not”

Here I am in my 50’s trying to be the artist that I denied myself to be for so long. Working for myself. I’ve been reading a lot of books, about developing an art career, and in a lot of them it says that you should work, work hard, keep on pushing through till you’ve amassed a lot of work under your belt. So here I am finishing one or two works in a week, pressing forward.

Meanwhile the news is crazy, DT is rattling sabres with mr Kim of North Korea- and I am reminded to live every day as it comes. Carpe Diem. There is so much out of my control at this point.

Like the Rabbits from Watership Down who wrote poetry- I have a sense that my days are numbered, so I create, and keep on creating to make this day amazing. The Sunsets here in the part of the world where I live in are just beautiful. The clouds turn golden, the sun paints the sky with hues of pink and blue.

Night time is only a breath away, time stumbles forward, and symbolically, I sure hope our days don’t turn into night as of yet.

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Have you ever walked into a storm?

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This is one of my newest works. I have let loose the artistic beast so to speak, and have moved away from the controlled brush stoke. The control is for those other artists that love to make things look like they are real.

My job, as I see it is to expose the soul of the painting, to bring you into the storm with me and to dare to allow the mystery to be just that, a mystery. I have taken a small painting that was more controlled and then re did it (Tom Thomson style) on a larger canvas.

Jose Trujillo

Lately I’ve been following this guy on you tube and I must say, I love what he has to talk about. He verbalizes a lot of what I already am feeling. It’s good to hear that someone else is feeling it, that I’m not alone in the desert of my thoughts.  It’s tough to be an artist- you have this little voice in your head that says, “don’t do it” “it looks stupid” “no one will ever buy your stuff”. All I can say is WRONG or paraphrasing the fish guy in Star Wars: “It’s a Trap.” Cause it is a trap. People do buy my stuff. But I must do my work for the love of creation, and that is all. As long as I can create I will do it. Who knows where this journey will take me? It’s hard to tell.

When I was in grade 2 I decided I wanted to be an artist. I was a new kid in a new school, and my cousin Peter showed me how to draw the road runner. When it was art time, I drew a road runner, and all the kids wanted me to draw the road runner for them. This started the storm.

Storms are not bad, storms test us, they measure our courage, they can even kill us. Ok, sometimes storms are bad, but regardless, we can’t be afraid to go there, or we will live a life wasted.