frost killing hour - x - (the road)

i feel this strange magnetic pull. as i explore the nether regions of winter. it is a composite of feelings and it evokes memories of the emotions stirred up by reading "the road". so the ideas became confluent - one with another. when one works alla prima - wet-in-wet - you need to watch like a hawk and develop what appears. you start with a general idea and then hope and pray that something worth keeping appears. that is how it works for me anyway. i like the invocation of snow and frost in this piece. the way it appears in the clearing in the distance and not so much amongst the forest (just like REAL life...). this recession works for my brain despite breaking an obvious rule of impressionistic painting or painting in general

:)

peace.

frost killing hour - v++ (so it goes)

NUMBER 5

the evolution of a painting idea for me is normally a private matter. if the idea is exposed and goes nowhere it runs the risk of being a half-baked embarassment. but actually, that does not matter,,,
NUMBER 8

number "vi" may be the best result in the series so far. but that is if i am the judge. and i am not allowed to be the judge. fkh "v" has better shapes, imho...

NUMBER 6

so, these are the next paintings in the "frost killing hour" series. thanks again to natalie for the inspiration.

Well content loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no
I don't need them
I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour

NUMBER 7

Sweet turning sour anduntouchable
Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this

so it goes...

frost killing hour - iv (evolution?)

not sure whether we are going forward or back. but thought i would post it anyway. :)

frost killing hour

sometimes you get an idea that will not go away. despite work and long hours and everything else. i am so lucky to have an outlet for these ideas - thanks for looking. sorry it has been a while.


I'm the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable
Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this

inspiration comes in many forms. sometimes it is a late night of work with that right tune and lyric at the right moment (thank you Natalie, you are a true genius). there is more to come when it stops thundering here,,,