kiss me my love

kiss me my love
36×48″ acrylic on wood
sold

detailed photos:

detail of gold accents

shot of the painting on the easel in my studio

connected always

straight from my easel to you.
this piece is for my lovely uncle Mark.

connected always ::: 18x24" acrylic on gallery edge canvas ::: sold

smaller version of the “connected souls, crazy love” painting
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i fucking love you

this is the kind of work i imagine an obsessed lover would create … for that crazy kind of love.

i really fucking love you
18×24″ mixed media on canvas
acrylic, ink, and spray paint
sold

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dripping with love

the love we share flows through me
dripping into my heart, body and soul.

dripping with love
18×24″ acrylic on 1.5″ gallery edge canvas
available via etsy

connected souls blue

connected souls in blue
18×24″ acrylic on canvas
available via etsy

bottom view ::: 1.5" gallery edge canvas wrap

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connected soul crazy love

we are infinitely connected, in love and life
screw valentines day, i love you all the fucking time.

connected souls, crazy love
24×30″ acrylic on gallery edge canvas
sold

based on crazy love mixed media
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tasting you

this painting was inspired by a beautiful woman and the profound words of a poet, and it has just been sold! to commission a similar painting ::: contact wade.create@yahoo.com

tasting you
18×24″ mixed media on canvas, framed
acrylic, paper, and gel
sold to a wonderful art lover

detail ::: click image to enlarge

tasting you ::: 18x24in mixed media, acrylic on canvas, framed. SOLD

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a very special thanks goes out to the lovely model @MzStarrBurst ::: and much love to @poetisk – the author of “tasting you“

tasting you by magnus holmgren
the snow falls down,
each flake dancing closely with its neighbor,
creating a veil,
a curtain,
that my eyes can’t see through -
like the veil before your heart,
tightly covering it,
an iron curtain,
impossible to see through,
to get in.

i knock,
gently,
hug it,
kiss it,
but all i get,
is a metallic taste on my lips,
one i can’t shake,
one i don’t want to shake,
because -
at least it’s you,
i get to taste -
you.

if only you could see,
my own veil drop,
so long ago -
that the doors to my heart,
have been open for so long,
they no longer exist -
it’s wide open.

inside,
in that big green field,
beneath that giant oak,
sits only you,
wearing that smile you wore when we first met.

that is what i see,
everyday,
when my thoughts wander off,
to meet you.

now the snowflakes are dancing further apart,
the veil is lifting,
i can see clearer now,
beyond the horizon of my mind i see you -
waving,
smiling,
drifting further away -
until you are gone.

confused my thoughts scream,
a deafening echo in my mind,
desperately i look into my heart,
the green field is gone -
it’s all black -
scorched,
all that’s left of the oak -
is a pile of coal.

when my mind is once again silent,
i run my fingers through the coal,
slowly put them against my lips -
and i taste -
nothing.

love crazy

crazy in love with my man, we are connected as one soul. this watercolor and graphite painting is available ::: contact wade.create@yahoo.com for details.

connected soul crazy love
9x12in watercolor and graphite on cold pressed paper
original painting available ::: $100

detail ::: click any image to enlarge

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the story ::: i was really feeling connected to the love of my life when i wrote a poem for him as the backdrop of this painting. it was approaching valentines day, and i wanted to show him how much he means to me without actually caring about another american hallmark holiday. the poem begins :: i love you in the morning, i love you at night. when my eyes are sleepy and when they shine bright. i love you ::: i love you ::: i love you ::: may sound obsessive or crazy but who cares and i know that you are mine. at the end of the poem is … screw valentines day ::: i fucking love you all the time.