Do You Remember When We Were Storm Chasers?
On the nights when the air was viscous and alive and dark clouds rolled over what we once thought were mountains and now know to be hills,
her eyes held sparks as she asked if I wanted to go for a drive.
How could she be so brave while I sat next to her, fingers crossed in prayer that the rubber wheels holding our matchbox of a car to the ground would be enough?
Oil on Canvas
18x36
On Pender
There was a night I walked laps around these streets
when change was the only certainty.
I was already mourning the life I had built on shaky ground.
How many versions of me walked back through that door and what meandering paths did they choose?
Now sitting in the privileged perspective of hindsight, I can't help but wonder
where are they now?
oil on canvas
30x30
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire
There are some places that continue to exist, if only in memory.
That vivid shag carpet and lay-z-boy pointed toward a tv with only two channels will live forever in my mind.
Sitting at the feet of my grandfather,
who taught me how to cheat at every game we ever played,
exploring the boxes of paper dolls and jars full of buttons.
Who could want for more?
Oil on Canvas
18x26
A Moments Repose
Oil on Wood Panel
30x30
Under Water
I think I belong underwater.
At least a part of me does.
Sometimes, I feel as though I am gasping for air;
I can never seem to find enough.
Is it the water I need?
I want to feel the light pressure surround my body and allow my hair the freedom to flow as it may.
I think I am looking for a respite from the gravity of the situation.
Oil on Wood Panel
24x30