Grounded. Stay the course. Give yourself a break. Rest in order to move on.

Grounded

An ode to the old ways. A piece to represent the beginning of a collection that I hope brings epic historical research adventure and to remind folks of the legends most all of us know. This is justing the beginning of my own tale and truths. 

  
Look for any and all signs within the work. I used an axe to carve into some of the thread of the canvas in hopes that it would create sharp intense texture. The axe cuttings represent a fire and desire to know more about the things some of us wish were real. But also in order to know more, we must go to places we never thought to explore. 

Sanning

Were you once an angsty teen? Set in your confused ways? It's the time of your life where all senses are heightened and there is almost no control over how, when, or what takes place. How would you categorize yourself? Or describe the crew you WANTED so much to fit into? 

  
**u still have all of my...** came to me later in my angsty thirties stage. I wanted to embody what I felt back in my high school days but also try to bring together the things I feel to this very day. Now that I've accepted some of my hopeless romantic characteristics it is easier to pull the thoughts and ideas out onto the canvas and share what made this piece important. 

  
The golden heart is what lies beneath all the chaos but is _peeled_ out to finally be shown to the world. The dark shadows cast over the gold light represents a facade that is placed over the true self. The scratches, stitched etches, and scrapes placed all around the canvas represent all the nonsensical ideas we had as teenagers but the only sincere thing out of those ideas was the desire of good intention. We just wanted to be accepted by those we loved most or obsessively fell in love with; we just wanted and needed love. I now definitely have love.

u still have all of my...

**Passer** was developed in the midst of pure energy drain. Wandering through the day to day life, depleted of questions, desires, passions, I was just a ghost. It certainly sucks - the feeling of lostness. But on the lone path, from what I've discovered and most believe in, is hope. Hope is always there and is a theme in most of my work. In this case, at the completion of this piece, I found hope for a much more clear path to getting where I needed to go. I continue on the same path as I develop my craft and share my stories. Sometimes we are but passing by one another. But if our shadows cross, we must give each other light.

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Benjamin Hull