Cosplayed Captain America shield that was inspired by Marvel’s Civil War story arc.
Media: EVA foam, spray paint, acrylic, paper, shellac
It’s easier to think when all designs are laid out before you.
Be strong and courageous.
I discovered some strange oddity. There were large faces carved into a mountainside. Intriguing.
Rolling mountains of firs. Snow-capped. Majestic.
We waited eternity for Old Faithful. My patience was running thin. Was it all worth it? I’d have to say ehhhh.
Say Idaho Potato with an accent. It’s pretty fun.
The sun fought to ascend over the mountains. Their dark forms stifling its rays.
Walk of Fame
For a moment I felt like a celebrity walking amongst the stars until of course I saw that homeless man begging on the sidewalk. I stopped and gave him $5.
I watched with stupor as I was about to receive the highest of awards.
Neon lights. Mercury coursing. Hollywood.
You will find us at stage 3.
I stared in awe at the obelisk. I now understood universal truth.
The moon was overhead shining light in the darkest of night.
We were treated like VIPs on the red carpet.
Anubis chuckled at the mortal’s dismay.
The props came to life housed by a world of magic.
It seemed never-ending until abruptly it ended.
History came to life.
The windows looked back at me. My only source of freedom.
The seagull soared into the air.
It stood strong and tall.
The Desert Storm
Barren of life. Desert storm.
Grand Canyon 2
The earth was cut deeply.
I had never seen such natural beauty that God had crafted.
The Kaibabs stood strong, unweathered by the wind.
It’s like I had landed on Mars. A foreign planet I had never seen.
The clouds floated overhead, shadows cast down upon the mountains as evidence of their existence.
The New Mexico landscape was enchanting.
The propellers spun, never ending.
Only in the USA
The tilted water tower was noticeable for a mile away.
The trees zoomed past.
The gateway to the west.
I was the keeper of color. Manipulating the hues and chroma at my own will.
Hand lettered and arranged.
I looked up. The full moon shone on me.
The iron work travels across the land alone in its journey across the desolate remains.
A Walking Canvas
Hand-painted canvas shoes with Big Hero 6 on them by yours truly.
Delicate and fragile. Yet, strength beyond measure.
A flame ignites. Burning in the shadows.
Adrenaline pumping. Heart racing. A rush of energy.
A warped perspective can change interpretation.
Like the strings of bulbs that dangle carelessly.
Call me into the waves of uncertainty.
An illusion can be composed of anything. Perceptiveness is the key to deciphering.
Protecting us from the rays of poison.
Repetition is an infinite sequence embedded in the works of man and the creations of God.
The sky is limitless divided in to stratospheres.
Suspended in mid-air, gravity failing for the first time.
Deep in the woods a cabin of horrors resides.
Blurred in to distortion.
Dwarfed by the concrete giants that tower above us.
Boom. Crack. The fire explodes across the sky.
The river will lead you away.
The sun sets upon the waters.
A little smile.
Lights go round and round. A ferris wheel of hope.
Water is amorphous, able to flow in a cyclical motion at will.
A world viewed through the prism.
Femininity comes in all forms.
Even the eyes of a dog can reveal a weary soul.
Reality is not what you think it is.
Our God is faithful. His love endures forever. He will not forsake us.
It can see you from the outside looking in. The darkness unable to conceal its preying form.
Do not pass over the flowers in bloom for when they are completely blossomed true beauty exists.
From obscurity emerges clarity.
Peek-a-boo. I see you.
Cats aren’t always nice, but this one was a keeper.
Although a small city, the lives that it harbors are bursting with light, a light so deep that it will change the world.
From the depths of the ocean comes forth marvelous creation.
A perfect sequence.
The simplest of memories from childhood can trigger joy.
The bridge led to the unknown.
You may feel like a frail plant barely standing, but God’s grace can shine on your soul and fortify you.
Forestry. Verdant. Mother Earth.
It’s all in what the mind perceives. To be forced outside can feel like reckless abandonment to an misunderstanding mind.
A moment can be lost if not chased after.
From the smallest of details, intrigue is conjured.
Struggling to stand out among the crowd.
A rainbow of colors and endless possibilities.
New life spring forwards in revitalization.
Confronted by a never ending hall, I could not tell if the mirrors were performing an illusion.
Knowledge is Power.
The fortune cookie knows what it’s talking ’bout.
Ball is Lyfe
Ball is lyfe. Yes, with a y.
From fish to leaf.
Beneath a hat, one’s identity hides.
The Little Things
Found discarded in a field, a small spinner regains life as the wind catches it’s body.
Ferris wheels are fun.
A Slight Ray
Every dog has a story.