Rocky Birch – First Snowfall
oil on canvas
16″x20″
As I walked by
A lonely Birch
Without one leaf
Nor bird on perched
I stopped my feet
Turned to behold
So sweet a song
That shone as gold
The song began
With joys of Spring
Then Summer’s warmth
And love it brings
But when at last
It sang of Fall
I felt my heart
Grow high and tall
Imagining
My limbs so long
If my leaves fell
How sad my song
To call for Winter’s
Soft embrace
First snowfall’s touch
Upon my face
And when its song
Came to its end
I gave my love
Sweet Birch, my friend
Midsummer – Northern Collidescape
Oil on canvas
36″x48″
It all seems the same
Mirrors falling into themselves
A spinning sun
Trees reach out
Tangled
Everything’s the same
As everything else
Colliding all at once
Like Spider’s web
Yet each Perspective is unique
To its moment
A song that never ends
With infinite movements
Playing over top of themselves
Infinite angles
Arrangements
Such humming harmony
Of every voice
And every ancestor
Each mark
Evolution
Revolution
Every Other that came before
Is there
Holds story
Shapes present
Experience paints
Black Spruce on Rocks –
Underpainting Composition
Oil on repurposed panel
41.5″x29.5″
Trees die
Then fall
And dry
Scattered
Twisted
Wood bones
Juniper
Willow
Lichen
Hot sun
Cold snow
Strong wind
Soil
In cracks
Gives birth
Blue Sky
Grey rock
Black Spruce
Each Element – Underpainting
Composition
Oil on repurposed panel
36″x48″
I take my time
Every mark
Get’s one chance
Gets to have
Its say
Its place
I take my time
The brushes call
They make their cases
To be chosen
To leave their marks
I thank each one
I take my time
History dictates
What marks will be made
It loves
Surprises
Innovation
I take my time
Engaged Trees- Relationality
Composition
Oil on canvas
16″x20″
This duality
This plurality
Individuality
Spirituality
Relationality
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
I need you
I am you
I am
We are
This is
These will
All shall
There once were two trees
Whose love for each other
Opened the skies
And earth
Spruce Dreams River
Oil on panel
38″x17″
Reflection’s connection to reality
The river reminds me
That it changes
It flows
It knows so much more
Than can learned
I must earn it
And to earn it
I must yearn for it
I must want it
Need it
Feed it
Believe it
Until it takes me
Sweeps me away off my feet
Down to the depths
Below the currents
To the deepest reflection
That connection
To the soul
Of the Riverbed
Crescent Spruce – First Snowfall
Oil on canvas
16″x20″
How far can one bend,
And still kiss golden sunshine?
Wonder drips through clouds.
The Future – Public Underpainting Composition
Oil on canvas
96″x48″
Pick up the knife
And leave a mark
See what becomes
Through light and dark
See what shall be
When you begin
To open up
And look within
Foundation laid
You glimpse a way
Through desperation
And through play
Some came before
As some will follow
Here today
Yet gone tomorrow
So leave your mark
Your love and sorrow
Don’t be shy
Here’s paint to borrow
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