Atop a Mountain

 

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that's right. it's that time of year again! Where paint seems to dangle off me like ornaments, and ideas come flowing out like the stream that flows down the alley way. I'm always changing my mind, consistently recreating better ideas for myself, and forever going over color pallets in my head to conger up the best composition for my next painting.

i'll have to admit, it's been so nice, somewhat of a breather even, to just be able to free flow paint. i wrote a blog last year, and i dealt with hard trials and struggles, in my thoughts that i had maybe lost my ability to create any furture artwork... ever. I thought canyons were filling in, mountains were collapsing, and i was converting to a left brained math major. (ha). Glad to say that, if i have an issue, an emotional disruption, or a hard  stumbling block in the way, it shows through my artwork. Its a thrill that right now, i am gladly dealing with any sediment compacted down, i am living in the right-here-right-now, and i am enjoying each breeze that passes by. Life is meant to live. We've got one. It's not like a book, where we can go back, and re-read it again, and re-live it. One shot. So, i figure, at least my paintings will be the best visual evidence that i lived as whole heartedly as i could. God have me talents, He gave me the ability to see color and light in ways that most cannot, so i should celebrate that!
cheers to a new found beauty. Cheers to standing tall, and having a child-like faith. Cheers to this painting that reflects all of that into one.