Saint Ken

Ken Final 2I met Ken at a powwow where he was vending delicious food. He graciously agreed to be part of the Everyday Saints project.

Every life is sacred, every life is worthwhile, every life is an important thread in the great web of life.

Everyday Saints is able to continue thanks to your support at patreon.com/SpyderWebb

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Saint Bill

Bill Final

Bill is another artist I met at a powwow, and who graciously agreed to be part of the Everyday Saints project.

Every life is sacred, every life is worthwhile, every life is an important thread in the great web of life.

Everyday Saints is able to continue thanks to your support at patreon.com/SpyderWebb

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Saint Heidi

Heidi FInal

I met Heidi briefly at a powwow. I don’t know what specific physical challenges she is dealing with, but from interacting with her briefly she seems to be an independent woman very much in charge of her life. She seemed to have a real inner strength, and I wanted to celebrate that.

Heidi chose to do her part in the Everyday Saints project by showing yet another aspect of the magnificent, varied humanity that we all share in common.

Thank you, Heidi!

If you would like to join in with the Everyday Saints project, please go here.

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Woman in White Turban

Woman in White TurbanA fellow artist I met at a powwow. Unfortunately, I didn’t get her name, but she wanted to be part of the Everyday Saints project. So I’m just calling her Woman in White Turban.

If you’re wondering about the signature on the paintings, I’m signing all the paintings in this series SpiritPainter.

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What’s with “Everyday Saints”?

“And Why did you change the title of the blog?

I’ve had a lot of fun as an artist over the years, made a living, but now the art — and the fun — has a larger purpose.

I’m painting Everyday Saints: portraits of ordinary people — all kinds of ordinary people, to show that every life is sacred, precious and holy. It has nothing to do with religion, although if you see my work from a religious perspective that’s cool.

I’m using visual language that has traditionally been used to signify holiness to show that every life is precious and holy and an expression of the divine.

Which is not to say that everyone behaves in a holy or divine way (I know I don’t)! My paintings are about the intrinsic value of life, not the choices we make with our lives.

There’s been too much hate, too much neglect, too much shaming and killing and bullying and pointing fingers at “them.”

“Them” is us.

All lives matter isn’t a slogan or catch phrase for me, it’s what I believe to my core.

Fifty years of painting has brought me to this point, and this is now my life mission, my chance to make a difference in this world from this point forward.

If you want to learn a little more, or join with me in this project, please go here.

Everyday Saint: Deborah

This is a dear friend, and the mother of the young woman in my last post.Deborah Final

 

Ordinary, everyday saints

Wyatt Saint

Wyatt    Acrylic on Canvas, 18 x 24″

Gary Saint

Gary    Acrylic on Canvas, 18 x 24″

These are the first two paintings I’ve finished in what will be a series to show that every life is holy and sacred, no matter how ordinary. I want to do anonymous, ordinary everyday people. Not “flattering” portraits. Sacred portraits of souls. So I’m using my SpiritPainter name to sign them.

Let me know what you think, I’d really like to hear back.

Love Awaits

love-awaitsNot passively, but alive, like a determined weed, growing where we least expect it to thrive. Of course it’s only a weed as long as we reject it. Once we embrace it, we can see that it’s this amazing strong beautiful flower that spreads faster than dandelions on a suburban lawn.

Oh yeah, we reject it because we think we’re not worthy of it, or we think it hurt us before so it’s most likely going to hurt as again, or a thousand other reasons.

Dumb.

Dumb dumb dumb.

Understandable, but really… dumb.

The thing is, love doesn’t actually care about any of that. Because when we get over the dumb, it’ll still be there.

Waiting.

And even if we never get over the dumb, it’ll still be there. Growing in the deep waters of our soul.

Waiting.

You picking up on a pattern here?

This image is from my gallery, Paintings — check it out here when you get a chance: 

If you’re interested in purchasing the original for your collection, shoot me an email to see if it’s still available.

They Come Out at Night

they-come-out-at-nightOf course they do. But like the stars, it’s more that they’re just harder to see in the daytime.

Fairies? Elementals, orbs, spirits, birds with flashlights? Well, probably not that.

Those familiar with them tell how they tend to exhibit disconcertingly intelligent, even playful, behavior too which makes them even more fascinating. Or weird, depending on how you look at it.

Which of course brings us to Shakespeare, who wrote “there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

Solid advice if you ask me. Which of course you didn’t, but so what?

Good ol’ Shakespeare.

This image is from my gallery, Paintings — check it out here when you get a chance: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/they-come-out-at-night-spiritpainter.html

If you’re interested in purchasing the original for your collection, drop me an email to see if it’s still available.

The Love Within

the-love-within

Love, any kind of love. Love of nature, romantic love, love of others, of ideas, of life itself.

Just love.

And although love is an energy, and the very basis of the Universe, love always comes to be known from within.

Love of course has both a cold side and a dark side. And from the place where those two meet, there is growth, there is new life.

This image is from my gallery, Paintings — check it out here when you get a chance. 

If you’re interested in purchasing the original for your collection, drop me an email to see if it’s still available.