Past the Moon

Work in progress.
Work in progress.

Exhausted from a stressful life event, I collapsed into bed in my hotel room on the fifth floor as the full moon rose in the sky. I felt like I was alone in a tower, safe and needing rest to battle an evil that had invaded. Sleeping but actively dreaming, I felt my spirit walk out into the moonlight. I walked past the moon and on towards the “New” with feet firmly on the ground, following the path of a river.

From this, I was inspired to learn more about the moon regarding its phases and influences on the planet. I found a lovely, simple reference page for the lunar cycle and phases of the moon at Regarding the lunar cycle and it’s influences on human behavior, I found that there is no real conclusive evidence, although the general romantic notion is that human behavior is affected by a full moon in interesting ways. My theory is that when the moon is full, it’s generally easier to see at night, and hence inspires more activity among people.

Dreams often inspire art. This dream, while deeply introspective, manifested itself into a much less serious Objet D’art. I drew four phases of the moon with waking faces onto a weathered old board from an abandoned house. Keeping the faded white paint intact as the background, I believe it captures the magic of moonlight. I added bats.

The stressful life event righted itself again. Life happens and we all float on.

“Batshit Crazy”

Lucky 2017

Lucky Lusk four leaf clover with clubs, diamonds, spades, and hearts.

“Peas for pennies, greens for dollars, and cornbread for gold,” goes an old Southern saying. So, following the superstition to ensure my luck, I cooked. The crockpot brimmed with corned beef, carrots, potatoes, and cabbage, while the black-eyed peas boiled with ham and the cornbread turned to warm gold in the oven. We ate heartily and later slept like bears. Welcome 2017!

With this new year, and this new blog, my outlook is more deliberately focused on my art future more than ever before. My observations of art peered at through French Quarter gallery windows in wee hours of the morning has tempted me to experiment stylistically. I see my reflection in the gallery windows, and I see the pop-ups in the parks and along popular locations, and I want to be included.

Do I paint well? Is my art vibrant enough? Is there an energy or a message that others will appreciate in my art? These are questions that I believe all artist ask themselves. To learn and to grow is to seek new experiences and do new things. I do paint well, but do I need to? Do I have the confidence to allow myself to be more expressive and loose with my colors and brush?

I will work hard and find out. Throw the cards, roll the dice, and maybe I’ll get lucky!