by Brian McCormack | Jan 19, 2020
The frozen grounds and earth are the reminders to me of my many, wonderful years of living. I’m grateful for each season which brings with it, it’s own promise of joy with family and friends.
by Brian McCormack | Jan 19, 2020
Every season has its pleasures; every season has its colors and structures. In late fall, when the forest rests, the hard outline of naked tree limbs define the monochromatic landscape. Photographed on a trail in 6-Mile Run Park, this lan-scape of muted browns and...
by Brian McCormack | Jan 19, 2020
“ Growing up in Iowa, black alluvial moraines from Canada slid south along the Mississippi Valley creating the richest soil in/on top of/below Mother Earth. Freezing Father Winds followed. Evergreen were few on the farmlands & plains, but out on dawn hunting...
by Brian McCormack | Jan 19, 2020
Enjoying others artwork and finding my own mark is very important to me. I entertain myself with explorative markmaking inspired by rural surroundings and human subconscious.The subconscious has a way with fixating us with peculiar subjects. I allow myself to be open...
by Brian McCormack | Jan 19, 2020
Painted as a gift for my partner during a pivotal point in our relationship, this piece embodies the aching loneliness of my uncertainty. A mental winter, the end of something warm and abundant.