Cannon Hamaker Studios

I remember floods of anguish, remorse.
The deluge of broken dreams drown’d me.
Dashed against dark walls
Pounded by waves, throbbing.
No more.
Lightened now by reconciliation.
Lifted weightless from pain’s leaden suppression.
I am rounded by chiaroscuro’s union.
light with shadow, shore with sea.
I stand on higher ground, envision
fighting the tide, failing the fight,
drowning.
Reborn a creature stronger. Resurrected
Whole.
Unified.
At peace.

Read the caption. It speaks for itself. Don’t they usually?

I could read the feeling, words across her face. Her need echoed hollowly in my past. Reverberated across a decade of desire. And returned to form these words. Notice Me.

Separation
turnout dreams on times white breath. stained wet tracks through layered skies. till rot breaks down our papered nest. brief as flowers blooms arise

I’m in the process of updating this site, and what do I find? The prior theme made it so all the links to pics are broken. So I must fix them.  Between that and me constructing this new site, consider this site officially Under Construction. Till later, enjoy this slightly older drawing.

I’ve been struggling with my digital painting lately. So I thought I’d turn to the masters. Here is what came of it.

Something pretty much nobody has seen. Here is a book illustration for something I was writing last year. The storyline was stinkfest, but the art was fun. Maybe someday we’ll come back to it, but….. till then, here is one of the pages.

I love the immediate permanence of a pen. How it lays down your thoughts in an non-editable way. The ink jumps down and creates a schizo map of muscle movements and electronic signals in a fast action frenzy.