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.

White Feather

white-feather

Steely determination. Implacable dignity.

And a refusal to be homogenized, defined or commodified by the forces of a passing moment in history regardless of its seeming might.

True to herself.

Beauty in strength.

Still 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, drop me an email to see if it’s still available.

Orange Angel

orange-angelAngels can of course come in all colors. Especially colors we don’t have physical senses for, which works out well since we don’t see them with our physical senses.

Angels can appear without blocking out what the physical eyes are seeing, but still with a strong visual element, almost like the mind is tuning into two separate frequencies at the same time. So you can be driving, for example, and still be visually aware of the presence of angels without your driving safety being compromised.

Of course angels, being pure spirit, don’t have a literal physical appearance, but what we see somehow corresponds in some fundamental ways to their essence. When we see into spirit, what we’re seeing is more like an analogy, a metaphor that helps our human minds interface with spirit.

So here we have the Orange Angel with wings in her hair (why not?) and a calm sideways look as if she’s just become aware that we can see her.

Guess she wasn’t expecting that.

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.

Watchful

watchful

Just watchful. Relaxed. Alert.

And ready. Definitely ready.

But it may not be what you think. This is a modern man at a 21st century powwow, thoroughly living in the now world, and at the same time standing in oneness with his ancestors.

Who also lived in their now world.

Standing as someone who refuses to be co-opted by the current madness.

Not trendy, though occasionally trending.

Knowing deeply who he is, a two legged creature among the four leggeds, the sky beings, those who fly and those who crawl or swim, the star beings, and the tall ones, those whose lives are measured in millennia, and those whose lives flash like a spark before they’re gone.

Relaxed. Alert.

Alive.

This image is from my new 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.