This creek painting was painted from a photograph of Passenger Creek in 1989. There was a tree in the photo which was not falling but certainly about to fall. It makes me think of the “tree falling in the forest” statement we all know. Maybe it was caught up in that branch. It adds an element of anticipation on the creek. Here is our earlier post of this creek painting
All paintings have a story and even maybe a byline. This one has a byline. I painted it the day my brother died. I’d cut it into a thousand pieces if I could get him back. The last strokes went on when the phone rang. I was painting it for Wayne Jackson.
Creek paintings are plentiful. Famous creek paintings I cannot seem to reference. Maybe this should be one. Things don’t turn out that way though.
My first effort with this photo was this smaller creek painting . This painting was owned by Wayne and is now in my possession. I had just started painting and he put it on his wall and bought a light for it. This sparked my painting efforts. The creek, in particular passenger creek has always been special for me. The creek represents a small out of the way unnoticed peace and tranquility. A place of small sounds, insects and birds. I grew up on a farm on a creek. My earliest memories are walking the trails beside this little creek, fishing and swimming with my brothers.
These creek paintings were my earliest efforts and maybe my best. They were impressions of peaceful times, of good times as a child. Oil paint has a way of becoming more translucent over the years. These creek paintings were painted in 1989. A few years later I began painting on paper and painted this last painting of the creek. This one is dated 1992. It is the last of the series.
Here is a pic of my brother, Wayne Jackson.
Here is a link to his poems. He was, and is, my brother and friend. These paintings and my art are dedicated to him. He encouraged me. That is the greatest gift.
Abstract kiss painting by David Michael Jackson
This abstract painting is the juxtaposition of two profiles in one. It represents a kiss. It is an Oil painting on canvas. Painted circa 1992. I was doing these icon profiles then. I still do them. This a relatively large painting. I guess it’s an abstract. I’m not even sure what abstract paintings mean anymore. Anyway it’s pretty and it reminds me of kiss from my lady.
Starlight guides me through the dark
path of my soul.
A lonely hoot owls song, kisses
my ear and tells me I am not alone.
Deep on the trail of sorrow, I plunge
through the bracken of my life.
Digging deeply for the berries of joy
I buried long ago for a night such as this.
In the dark we wander through life
blind on this side of the wall,
but reaching through another hand
softly brushes our cheek and we
shiver and wait for more.