Archive for April 7th, 2017

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

James Allen, British Author  (1864-1912)


I’ve had this new painting in the studio for the past few weeks and my eyes keep coming back to it. Not in a questioning way where I am looking for what might be lacking in it.

No, it’s a satisfied look. Instead of me looking for what I can add to it to make it better, I am looking to see what it can add to me to make myself better.

It has that kind of feel to me. More than the sum of its parts.

I am calling this piece, a 24″ by 36″ canvas, Flight of Angels. I take that title from that feeling that there is something hidden in there that is trying to assist me and from the shape of the space running up the river and into the sky. It has the silhouette of an angel, one that just jumps out at me. I’ve altered the image a bit in the image at the bottom of the page to better illustrate what I’m talking about.

Now, I am not sure that I truly believe in angels or can even pretend to know how they would act or move or interact with us. But if I were an angel – and that’s very big if– I could imagine myself flowing in the cool air above rivers and seas, always moving towards the light of the sun.

After all, wouldn’t the angels fly near where the earth, the waters and the skies converge?

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