16 × 20-inch on stretched canvas
Some paintings come out exactly how I imagined them. Others… take the scenic route.
Fractured Voltage is one of those. It’s not the piece I’m most impressed with, but I’m sharing it anyway. Partly because I promised myself I’d share the whole journey, and partly because people often end up loving the ones I’m unsure about.
Lightning has always meant something to me. Not just because it’s beautiful or powerful, but because of a story my dad shared with me when I was about ten — Lightning by Dean Koontz. It was my first real time‑travel story, and honestly, it’s still the time‑travel story in my mind. It shaped the way I see storms, stories, and wonder.
My dad passed last summer, and grief is its own kind of time travel; one moment you’re here, the next you’re ten years old again, hearing him tell you about a story that changed everything. Every time I paint lightning, I feel like I’m picking up a thread he placed in my hands decades ago. It’s funny how a single memory can shape an entire lifetime of fascination.
This piece may be fractured, but so is grief and so is memory.
I didn’t love how this one turned out, but I love what it reminds me of.
16 × 20-inch on stretched canvas
Some paintings come out exactly how I imagined them. Others… take the scenic route.
Fractured Voltage is one of those. It’s not the piece I’m most impressed with, but I’m sharing it anyway. Partly because I promised myself I’d share the whole journey, and partly because people often end up loving the ones I’m unsure about.
Lightning has always meant something to me. Not just because it’s beautiful or powerful, but because of a story my dad shared with me when I was about ten — Lightning by Dean Koontz. It was my first real time‑travel story, and honestly, it’s still the time‑travel story in my mind. It shaped the way I see storms, stories, and wonder.
My dad passed last summer, and grief is its own kind of time travel; one moment you’re here, the next you’re ten years old again, hearing him tell you about a story that changed everything. Every time I paint lightning, I feel like I’m picking up a thread he placed in my hands decades ago. It’s funny how a single memory can shape an entire lifetime of fascination.
This piece may be fractured, but so is grief and so is memory.
I didn’t love how this one turned out, but I love what it reminds me of.