Welcome and thank you for taking the time to read this blog post. Wow how do I start this off? So I began this painting in November of 2024, a time when I was dealing with severe sciatic pain and most likely due to the quickly multiplying cancerous cells in my body that wouldn't be discovered until March of 2025.
It is no joke to say that making this painting gave me something to hold on to when my life was genuinely falling apart. During chemo, every night I would go through a mental check list of things I had accomplished in this painting and how much I think I could progress the next day as a means to calm my mind. This painting accompanied weight loss, weight gain, muscle twitching, hair loss, fear, anxiety and hope. And the point of this painting is that my wife was there holding my hand through all of it. She was there when the first radioactive drugs hit my bloodstream and she was there at end with flowers in hand and a smile on her face. And as a full circle moment I finished the painting at the end of September of this year around the time of my final chemo treatment. As a small thank you, I gave a print of this painting to every single nurse in the infusion suite as well as all of the doctors who guided me through this intense process.
Please enjoy the images and description of this painting, I took my time with every little detail.
30"x44" | Oil on panel| $11,000
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15% of the purchasers payment will be donated to the Cancer foundation of New Mexico which helps fund the needs of financially-challenged cancer patients and their families.
Painting Description
While traversing some of the most remote mountains he had ever seen he suddenly felt as if he were being watched. There was no one in sight, but he could still feel her presence in the cloud-covered mountain peaks, her eyes watching over his every step. Tilting his head up to the sky, he finally saw her and something about her felt incredibly familiar, as if they had met before. Their proximity felt like an echo that had reverberated longer than either of them could comprehend.
This was in fact, not their first encounter but one of an infinite number of first encounters scattered across space and time. They always seemed to find each other in every lifetime, in every dimension. Across the seas and through the mountains, no matter what separated them, they always met and never wanted to part. In this lifetime, they would meet early in their lives in the mountains but in the next they might find each other in old age on an entirely different continent.
In another life, they might be two birds who happen to land on the same branch and in another, two rocks sitting side by side at the edge of a canyon enjoying each other's company in complete silence. In whatever life they exist, and whatever form they inhabit, they always circle one another, finding peace in each other's presence.
* This piece accompanied me through one of the most challenging chapters of my life. I began it before my cancer diagnosis and continued working on it throughout six months of chemotherapy. In many ways it holds more than just paint, it carries love, endurance, and the presence of someone who never let go of my hand.
