June 10th, 2014
Night sky and waterfall
8"x8" oil on masonite
The moodiness of the dark
I often move towards painting dark scenes. I always go there with caution because I wonder how they will be received. Then my better judgment steps up and I realize I simply have to follow my heart.
I'd like to be able to tell you that it comes from a dark place in my soul, like some tormented artist, but that is not the case. If you look closely at this painting shown above you will see the happy little stream running through the otherwise dark scene. This little stream is my heart saying to you that there is hope. There is peace in times of trouble and you just have to look for it.
My dark scenes always have some point of hope. It may be the glow of a distant sun setting behind the trees, or a camp fire in the woods. There is always hope expressed there. A refuge. "The sun will come out tomorrow…" is what follows every sunset and your life and mine are no different.
We all have issues, problems. Any one of us can go on at length about all that troubles us and rightly so. But sometimes we need to seek the happy little stream in the midst of our troubles.
A Good Mother. (by Jann Arden)
Let's talk about a Good Mother. I have one. I also have a Good Father. The basis for a good life, confidence, determination and strength. A part of society so sadly missing in so many homes.
So true that a person can do well and not just survive even without that strong foundation, my Mother did it. Born in a family of ten brothers and sisters, a father who thank God at least brought home his pay cheques, but for the most part lived for the bottle. That entails many stories not to be told here but in the face of it my mother and her siblings survived and all did well. They had a strong Mother.
How many times in your childhood did you resent your mother for thinking she knew you better than you knew yourself? Wondered where she got off thinking she had any idea what YOU were really feeling? Then as you grew up you began to recall each and every one of her bit's of advice, bit's of direction crammed into every possible crack of your childhood.
Like echos in the cavern of your soul her voice is always there... her words..."Her voice is what keeps you here".
I have a good Father too. His voice is what keeps me on track. "Feet on ground, Heart in hand, facing forward, just be yourself". Now memories of him challenge me to be a Good Father. I see it every day, my three children wonder who I think I am, how it is that I think I know them so well. Makes me even wonder myself if I know what I'm doing, but I hear the voice, recall the memories. I know what I have to do.
I thank God every day for a Good Mother and a Good Father.
Thanks also to Jann Arden for her great song.
The Artists Journey
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This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.