Morning Steel
Thoughts and reflections on the things I do to seek and nurture the meaning I find in the moments that make up life. It's a whole bunch-a-stuff.
Thursday, September 5, 2019
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Part 2 of new project
New working title: "dream complex"
Still putting it together, three layers just set in place. It is still three separate layers. I am working on selecting the photos. Some may change yet. I will also continue to bring more of the line drawings into the upper layers to dray the layers together. Check out the close ups!

In the image to the right you can see how i have brought the line drawings up onto the middle layer, in the green opening. I may do more of that at random places.
Jeff dreaming forward.
Labels:
Art Sculpture,
Creativity,
Dreams,
Photography
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Monday, July 29, 2019
Back Again
It has been a while! Instagram has become way to easy, but I am back trying the blog again. Working with some leftover wood, I have cut out three layers of abstract to paint. Love cutting forms.
I will probably keep the front green with black edge. The blue grey is just a primer coat. That layer will be a multi color. The back whitish layer will be tones of blue green and gray. we will see how it turns out. Looking through my Photographs to fill in the holes.
Starting to select colors for the second layer. You can also see how small images will peak through the holes.
As this piece comes together it should start to create its own story or lore. Sometimes the story is clear to me but I hesitate to share it because the viewer of art can sometimes find a different story than the one I find or intend as I create. This I find is the best part of abstract work.

Playing around with Photo images to place into the openings on the sculpture. Little fragments of stories of earlier creations with in the new creations. We are ourselves many stories with in an on going story.
Jeff Back to Blogging
I will probably keep the front green with black edge. The blue grey is just a primer coat. That layer will be a multi color. The back whitish layer will be tones of blue green and gray. we will see how it turns out. Looking through my Photographs to fill in the holes.
Starting to select colors for the second layer. You can also see how small images will peak through the holes.As this piece comes together it should start to create its own story or lore. Sometimes the story is clear to me but I hesitate to share it because the viewer of art can sometimes find a different story than the one I find or intend as I create. This I find is the best part of abstract work.

Playing around with Photo images to place into the openings on the sculpture. Little fragments of stories of earlier creations with in the new creations. We are ourselves many stories with in an on going story.
Friday, March 17, 2017
Out of This
Out of this
Comes the fragment of a shadow
That whispers of light
I break forth
Into a shower of illuminating waves
Comes the fragment of a shadow
That whispers of light
I break forth
Into a shower of illuminating waves
Out of this
I carry fragments of dreams
That whisper of impossibilities
From the dark confusion
I hone a realityThat whisper of impossibilities
From the dark confusion
Out of this
That whisper to me of fullness
I hold rooted in the dark and stretch out into the light
And weave from this a self
Out of this
Again and again
I continue to reshape this self
Always anew
Into everyday.
"Out of This" Sculpture/painting/ wall hanging - created to depict one rising from a night or darkness and bringing forth from that darkness new life. All that lives draws from the dark, that of rest and even from dark times. Another location on the web to see this sculpture.
Jeff drawing out!
Labels:
Art Sculpture,
Creativity,
Dreams,
New,
Paint,
Spirituality
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Tangled in a Memory
tangled in a memory
still reaching to the source,
the source
from which life came,
from which all life comes;
a source so dangerous
that to reach too closely
will end the life it dealt;
we are in the right place
not too close
not too far
where we need to be;
but still we reach
out from the gift
of place that we inhabit
to return
to a memory
to the time we can not remember
when we were the source
we were the light
before we were structure
with spark
we road the solar wind
it is a memory
but not clear
for if it were clear
we would not need to reach
until the day our structure crumbles
and the spark goes home.
_________________________
I think there is more to this rambling thought, but i will stop here for now
Jeff
still reaching to the source,
the source
from which life came,
from which all life comes;
a source so dangerous
that to reach too closely
will end the life it dealt;
we are in the right place
not too close
not too far
where we need to be;
but still we reach
out from the gift
of place that we inhabit
to return
to a memory
to the time we can not remember
when we were the source
we were the light
before we were structure
with spark
we road the solar wind
it is a memory
but not clear
for if it were clear
we would not need to reach
until the day our structure crumbles
and the spark goes home.
_________________________
I think there is more to this rambling thought, but i will stop here for now
Jeff
Labels:
Life,
Light,
Memories,
Spirituality
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Nature Talks
Nature is filled with form and texture that I see stories or image in. I see it from afar but mostly I like to get very close so you can touch it.
Dead trees speak of times past and always seem to be trying to direct me to something unseen. A tangle of old dry roots ripped from the ground and dried in the sun and wind reflect the struggle they once took on to hold a truck up high into the sky
Old stumps take on the look of old magical creatures, frozen in time, or at least held in place until they are weathered away.

Water leaves its story in the rock. slowly carving away taking hundreds of years to get it all down. Then in another hundred or so totally rewriting or painting or carving it away into another chapter.
All these lines and textures are from my summer vacation to Colorado and Utah, August 2016
Jeff Taking it in.
Dead trees speak of times past and always seem to be trying to direct me to something unseen. A tangle of old dry roots ripped from the ground and dried in the sun and wind reflect the struggle they once took on to hold a truck up high into the sky
Water leaves its story in the rock. slowly carving away taking hundreds of years to get it all down. Then in another hundred or so totally rewriting or painting or carving it away into another chapter.
All these lines and textures are from my summer vacation to Colorado and Utah, August 2016
Jeff Taking it in.
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