Close up

It's become kind of a signature thing now for me, to have a heart symbol somewhere in all my works. I have a stamp I use on the back of carvings usually, and the paintings have the heart somewhere worked into it.

More Mosaic

Full Shot

Done Blue Moasic

Sometimes I can't sleep. Sometimes I stay up late anyway. Such as being a night owl. The dark surrounds and I flip on the lights in the garage. The humming fluorescent lights. The smell of sawdust from the last project. Or the smell of paint from the last time I worked out here.

This is a lovely space to make a mess, to hum along with the music pulsing through my earphones, to dance around the table and shimmy and press the brush into the paint then to the canvas.

Squeeze out the paint, swirl onto the brush, tip the paint to the black canvas. Press, slide, lift. Almost like a dance. Leaving a mark of color behind.

The finished piece looks like pixels falling in alternate colors. The finished piece now hangs in my parent's living room. My mom likes the blues I used.

The Blue Grows

More Blue

Close shot of the brush strokes.

The Blue Mosaic

Single paintbrush, different colors. One square. Per. One square.

This one began with a black matte on primed canvas. Two layers thick to keep from bleeding through. Then the blue variations in squares at various points. There was no plan, other than to have a lot of squares make a pixelated looking painting.