FATHER - 0504

(SOLD)

60 x 60 cm

ACRYLIC PAINT ON STRETCHED CANVAS (circular)
 

some days we're two fierce oceans
compact into a frail attempt to be chained,
waiting to be freed into the atmosphere

and it's tiring to hold a fort
but we must when no one else will

somehow our waters don't seem to converge
well in this chaos
and somehow our notes keep clashing
though in the same key
so we learn
and we try again

and when we've crossed the river song
to the other side
and we find fresh lines instead of draw them
and when we're finished with our differences
when we started building castles in the sand
the netting to free fall, now holding but with loose hands
'cause we know better

'cause we know better


 

EMPIRES in pieces - 2601

3 PART SERIES

61cm by 91 cm

framed print

 

The last couple of months have been a massive nosedive into unchartered waters, all doubts undone, gravity centered in repaired dreams and the weave of steeled friendships.

The best of those around me has shown me a posture of being loved in honest, bare skin, and still loving even when life doesn’t feel like a deep golden pool of french fries (or confetti or baby otters i love baby otters 😭), what it means to have a soft heart in the midst of a hard world and open hands in a closed up society and not being afraid to love too much it might hurt; because Someone already gave the world for me - some things i’ll be consistently relearning for the rest of my life.

So in the limited time we have, feet on the dust - what will your empire look like?


EMPIRES 1.1 | 1.2 |1.3


AVAILABLE IN A5, A3

ART PRINT

AVAILABLE IN A2, A1

CANVAS PRINT
 


 

BLUSAND 1.0

18" BY 24"

ACRYLIC PAINT ON STRETCHED CANVAS

 

I often like to think that bravery is a thing of relentless love. Well, not a thing... but I guess the fruit of. In a world layered upon cracks; an easy fault found in every neighbour, an endless list of wounds, pasts we'd like to rewrite, wars we can't end perfectly, people we won't be able to save, children we can't feed, dreams we can't hold on to, there is Love. 

Love isn't convenient, it is not just a word we use to describe our affection for... sushi (okay maybe just in my careless world). Love is powerful -- a long running winner over centuries of darkness. Love makes us move. He makes us get up and give all over again even though it might hurt, because love is brave and oftentimes stubborn; believing that... there is more.  

It's the amalgamation of small decisions we make daily - how and whose human we decide to light up in the endless war against mundanity,  lifelessness and the ineludible cracks of life. 

Love makes you dance on the park bench and want to stay. For hours. Love builds a sturdy home - wilder and warmer than a pretty one.

May you be brave. May you find love and give love and never, never lose sight of it. 


 

Rose soul - 0701

(SOLD)

16" ACROSS

ACRYLIC PAINT ON STRETCHED CANVAS (ROUND)

 


Christmas was rough this year - I felt like the grinch; wanting to push away the festivities and to hide from happy folk. There were promises I had let wrap around my heart tightly from the last that were now a contrast reality, and I haven't felt as alone as I did then through the celebration week. I was hard in the heart. I wanted people to stop singing and faces to stop smiling. 

Then a voice whispered into my head, "Keep your heart soft always, only then will you truly be strong." A voice I heard 2 years ago, from one of the kindest, strongest women I knew. Her words had been taped to my wall the same length of time, but it was in this time that it mattered.

I wanted to be strong by building 10 ft walls around my peripheral, by watching war documentaries on my own, by hiding in my self constructed loft room, by settling for small talk (or no talk.) No one can hurt me now. But that also meant, no one could love me now. 

"Keep your heart soft always," her words rang in my heart over and over again.

And so, I tried. I opened the doors. I sang some songs. I made some art and wrapped some gifts. I cried. I admitted it hurt. Then there it was, my beautifully beating heart. My rose soul; both thorny and gentle - and tho' a little cracked, she was glittering again. Breathing. Feeling. Healing. Dreaming.

So here I pass it on, "may you keep your heart soft always." Malleable, gentle, kind, ready to love, unafraid to give (even if too much accidentally). Because, the Bigger Hands, the Perfect Heart - He holds yours. 

x,
sam  


 

HEART PORTRAIT SERIES - S / 1.2

(SOLD)

16" ACROSS

ACRYLIC PAINT ON STRETCHED CANVAS (ROUND)
 

For Sarah Zoe.

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2017 was a tough one for many of the people I love and wanting to encourage them with color and words was how the Heart Portrait Series was birthed. 

These pieces were commissioned by the specific faces that were to home the canvases, and through song, sermon, poem or specific conversations, the colour palette and textures would be inspired. At the end of the process, the artwork owner received the details of what the piece meant and how it mirrored their story.

p.s: This project is still currently ongoing - drop me an email or text if you wanna hop on the series fam x


 

THERE IS MORE - 1812

(SOLD)

16" ACROSS

ACRYLIC PAINT ON STRETCHED CANVAS (ROUND)

 

2017 taught me so much about the more I'd always long to experience - that there was more in this world; more to see, more to love, more to know, more to give, more to feel... that there was an endless and infinite more. But beyond the more externally, was to be the more that was waiting to come from within, wherever my feet found itself, with whoever my heart was present with, and in whatever my hands did. 

This one's for the dreamers.
x
 


 

SAY THE WORD - 0210

(AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE)

61cm by 91 cm

framed print
 

"Say the word and there is light
say the word and dead bones rise..."


These lyrics were life to my bones during a time that felt dramatically colourless. Everybody can relate to that at least twice a year (inserts painful smile). You started the year feeling like a champ ready to take on the world. As February comes knocking,  you find yourself slipping off the seat. 

But it was also when I felt in my spirit that there was more to come. More colour. More hue. More life. More hope than I felt in the moment. And if I were to just stay the path and trust, it was going to be alright. You're going to be alright.

x




 

heart portrait series - m / 1.0

(SOLD)

16" ACROSS

ACRYLIC PAINT ON STRETCHED CANVAS (ROUND)
 

Further and further my heart moves away from the shore
Whatever it looks like, what may come I am Yours
Then You crash over me and I've lost control but I'm free
I'm going under, I'm in over my head
Whether I sink, whether I swim
It makes no difference when I'm beautifully in over my head



For Mindy.

-

2017 was a tough year for many of the people I love and wanting to encourage them with color and words was how the Heart Portrait Series was birthed. 

These pieces were commissioned by the specific faces that were to home the canvases, and through song, sermon, poem or specific conversations, the colour palette and textures would be inspired. At the end of the process, the artwork owner received the details of what the piece meant and how it mirrored their story.

p.s: This project is still currently ongoing - drop me an email or text if you wanna hop on the series fam x

 


 

OCEAN SEED - 1712

(SOLD)

A5

ACRYLIC PAINT ON CANVAS
 

"Do not despise the days of small things..." - these words have carried me above the water with my feet constantly earthed, for as long as I can remember. 

Ocean Seed is an whole universe of courage packeted into a fun sized canvas. 


 

RUSH - 0112

(AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE)

61cm by 91 cm

framed print


 
 

OCEAN MOON - 1012

(SOLD)

 

16.5" across

acylic paint on stretched canvas (round)
 

There are very specific feelings that come with each piece of art that wakes from the drying pan. I usually paint in the night(s) so that the daylight can work its magic and even I get pleasantly comforted by the colours I get out of bed to meet. 

Moon Ocean is the first piece of round canvas work I decided was ready for a new home. The irony is always getting to the part where I have to set a price on a creation I'm unwilling to part with... but alas, beautiful things are meant to be passed on. 
There's so much to say about what this piece was meant to represent but I'll leave it's new owner to enjoy the colour. Little pieces of my narrative gets to weave into others where the different canvases end up. 

x,
sam


 

OUT OF THE MESS - 0712

(AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE)

 

61cm by 91 cm

framed print
 

Some people write out of the mess, or eat out of the mess; most days I listen. And others I paint. Hoping this piece encourages someone out of their chaos. It gets better. Stay in the light, don't lose your color - in fact, find more color. Malleable hearts meet their mould. 

with love,
sam