A Journey Through Painting P. intro,1,2,3,4

The story of seventeen,

The story of me.

The story of my life.

What I was thinking about when I was seventeen.  These pictures were made with accidental brush strokes.  An accident is not on purpose.  It is not unintentional to make colors and line swipes.  If a picture is worth a 1000 words, that is a story.  Here is a story.

Sadness and Mourning

This painting has no picture in it.  It is like mourning because there is no picture in it.  A rose with no petals.  A broken angel wing.  A seahorse with no tail.  A bouquet with no roses.  No whole picture.  When I was seventeen I played “He loves me, he loves me not” with a rose instead of a dandelion.  The rose must grab at me with a red claw.

Bird in a Cage

This painting has a picture of a bird in it.  It is a bird in a mess cage.  I had a messy room in high school and it was like a mess cage.  A painted over swan head.  A large golden tear for the mess.  A yellow baby bird protected by a blue medium mama bird and a large white and blue papa bird.  The birds below the cage light yellow line.  The flight direction of three, with three arrows.