Morning swim. Ink sketch. . . . . .

City lights

City lights, blinking unblinking…through the remains of a dull day that was left for me… Another day done…

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Pain

I can feel myself slipping away, fading away, withdrawing
from this life, just as my father did. When the pain you’re in
is so great you can’t think about or pay attention to anything
but your own pain, the rest of the world and all other life
don’t matter.
I think about my friends with dementia, cancer, arthritis, and
how much more pain they are in than I am, but it does no good,
their pain is not mine, and therefore, no matter how magnanimous
I might want to be, their pain is not as important to me as my own.

I never came across a poem, which so plainly states , that my pain is more important than others.

I am aware of this pain, reasons can be ridiculous enough…but it is there. I am aware that, this is emerging as a recurring theme in my paintings.

My sketch from yesterday.

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Few sketches from this week

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I was in love

Acrylic and charcoal painting on canvas

But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth 
Throw out her full force on another soul, 
The conscience and the concentration both 
Make mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole 
And aim consummated, is Love in sooth, 
As nature’s magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.

Some more bright yellow clouds

Abstract oil painting on canvas.

Three in a team

Oil On Arches paper 12 x 9 inches.

On my table

Oil painting on Arches oil paper with Mussini Oils

Purple Winter

Acrylic on 15 x 30 inches Canvas, Palette Knife painting with Golden Acrylics and Mixed media mediums.

Breaking the dusk

Acrylic painting on 12x 15 canvas.

Some paintings from last few weeks

Painted on canvas board with Williamsburg and Old holland oils.