Calling My Spirits
There I stood grateful that I made a dear friend within the heart of a ghost. With every bite taken out, a new opportunity opens. So, excuse me if I get blooms on your floor; I will gather them in a minute as they are products of the rhythm. First I must paint these sounds into the physical. It’s no easy task so I raise my arms in accepting that I can’t win by myself this time. I call out to my spirits (the pillars in my life) that can either melt me into tears or ignite me into laughter. Into frame they come; body abandoned to take the brunt force of it all so that my awareness can have a 360 degree view. When I look at you now, a smile appears knowing that I sheltered you, literally crashing into reality so they could see your mythical nature. Through a storm you were in my grasp the entire way. When we arrived, we broke the rain as a Saint appeared to help me bring you forth. That night I stood in front of you, tears held back. Understanding that you are no longer a painting on canvas, but that you’re the prophesy of an acrylic mirror for this very moment.
Calling in my Spirits by iBOMS
Measurements: 72" x 48"
Technique: Acrylic on Canvas
Frame: Gallery Wrapped
Price: $6,500 or $650/mo with Art Money