Art Plans for 2016
Looking over my past work reminds me of how much I love creating and have greatly missed being able to work the way I’d like. I’m getting closer to having more space, which will be nice and I hope to have a permanent solution within the next year that will give me both a lot of space and less chaos in my house.
Getting back to my work feels different this time. I’ve had a lot of time to consider where I am headed, but I don’t know that I arrived at an answer. I know where I see myself, but it just doesn’t feel as real as I would like. Maybe I’m just letting fear do my speaking for me. There certainly isn’t any reason why I cannot achieve those things I dream about. And there is certainly no reason my art couldn’t propel me into where I want to be. When I am open to it, I love my art.
On that note, it is amazing how much my art reflects what is going on in my life. Over last summer, when life seemed really relaxed, I was able to create very easily and had a lot of fun. Over the past couple of months, on the other hand, my drawings seem off and I haven’t picked up a paint brush since December. I don’t feel inspired. I feel claustrophobic, stuck, pushed down. And that is easily explained. I started feeling odd December 15, which developed quickly into the flu, which lasted for a couple of weeks and then turned into pneumonia. I’ve technically been well for a month now, but I’m still coughing things up, and I have yet to feel as energetic as I did early in December. It’s so hard to stay positive through that. Meanwhile, I’m trying to coordinate new flooring in my house. The boxes of flooring are waiting on my porch and I have to move as much as possible from the house into the shed.
I don’t mean to complain. I don’t like complaining. My point is that I’ve just been in such a non-creative headspace. I am looking forward to a year full of art, life, and family. I want it to be a productive and successful year. I’m looking at 2016 as the year that prepares my life to make sense. 2017 is looking like a year when I can just relax. I’ve been in a state of flux and upheaval for 3 years now. Settling down is going to be amazing.
I’m interested in so many things that I hope to add to my website. I’m looking into hand painting plates and glasses, various types of collage, painting canvases, having cards printed, and making ornaments for Christmas. I’m also super-obsessed with all things fairy garden, but I’m terrible with plants. I’m brainstorming a way to use the concept of the fairy garden/house to make something more “Brian” in nature. A few years ago, I made these caged fairy animals as gifts. That was fairy similar, but I think I can take this idea a little further. There is just so much to think about and so much to do. I hope you enjoy this blog. Feel free to message me with things you’d like me to write about or any suggestions on art to try.










I did this drawing as a birthday present for Bradley, my brother. I like the result. I might have to try doing more like this.









I am really into chandeliers recently. I can’t decide if they are overly ornate or just beautiful. I suppose I don’t really need a reason to like something, but some things feel like they need to be defended. Chandeliers are one of those things.













I’ll make this as brief as possible; there are plenty of books on the subject and my views are not going to make any difference.
It is this label reading that has forced me to deal with something else. Artifice in my food. Primarily, I don’t have the energy to read through long lists of ingredients. I’d rather put the item back than sort through everything. But I also find that I can reduce the amount of other items too. HFCS generally keeps a food item from coming home with me. As does anything claiming to be “enriched” or “whitened.”

As promised, this should explain my feelings on my recent switch to a vegetarian diet. I would like to preface this briefly. This is my personal belief and I am not preaching this way of life as right for everyone. Each person brings their own set of beliefs with them through life, and they are just as valid as mine. I offer this as explanation for my own actions. I do not judge others for making different choices with their lives.
I was eating lamb when it dawned on me. I had an overwhelming need to purge the animal from my body — to remove it’s masticated carcass from within me. It made me cry. I couldn’t believe how barbaric it now seemed to have actually ordered slabs of an animal with thoughts and feelings. It just seemed so simple a solution too — don’t eat anything possessing intelligence.