A Ghost Don’t Drown

Posted in Art for Sale, New Art on October 26, 2009 by prestinyoder

ghost

$125 10″X20″
Alcoholism at its worst. You can’t lose something that’s already lost, a fire will always consume until it can’t anymore, a ghost don’t drown.

Blood in the Shower

Posted in New Art on October 25, 2009 by prestinyoder

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SOLD 12″X24″
The processes of blood letting, washing or releasing impurities usually comes at a cost. This painting is really about sacrifice. Letting something go, or allowing something to die that it allows for other areas in life to thrive. It’s like the old forest being burnt down so that a new wave of young and strong greens may create a powerful new ecosystem. This is the gist of the painting. For me, this painting is surrounded around the person of Jesus Christ.

The Holes in Your Shoe

Posted in New Art on August 8, 2009 by prestinyoder

Holes_BIG

Sold. 36″x48″ on Canvas.

This piece was featured in the Eastside City Arts Magazine for July. Inspired by music, the painting emerged from the genre of shoe-gaze. Belle Orchestra, Cool Hand Luke, Hammock, Juno and other artists compelled me to think about this piece in a way I haven’t seen others before. I felt like I had nothing to offer the canvas, but the more I listened to the iPod, the more I saw something coming. In essence, the piece’s thesis is that there is something in what we often see as nothing.

Head in the Water

Posted in New Art on May 5, 2009 by prestinyoder

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24″x36″ SOLD

This is piece is about sexual frustration and other fun stuff. I don’t like being away from this piece, but an artist has to make money…which reminds me – buy my paintings! Thank you.

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My Mirror is Broken

Posted in New Art on March 20, 2009 by prestinyoder

my-mirror-is-broken

SOLD 24×36
What’s involved: acrylics, wax and ink.

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Aww. Feels good to do new things and to love it! This is another minimalist piece that comes out of self-psycho analysis. “If we could see ourselves now”, was the subtitle to this work. The whole idea is that, we don’t know how repulsive we are, we just assume we are okay as we go from day to day. If only we could see how we act and look, then we would truly be motivated to change…or to just give up. This is the broken mirror of pride as I would like to call it.

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Blueprint

Posted in New Art on February 16, 2009 by prestinyoder

blueprint

SOLD 24×36

For a mentor of mine: Sokkha. He not only was my friend, he helped sort through the sad and frustrating thoughts of my adolescence. He was always there for me and we did everything together – this is in turn is a tribute.

Gray Stash

Posted in New Art on February 13, 2009 by prestinyoder

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SOLD 20×24

A Blonde Rifle and A Dance

Posted in New Art on February 13, 2009 by prestinyoder

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SOLD 20×24

For Linsey. Linsey was one of my best friends in high school and loved me for who I was. I took her to a dance and from there on, our friendship was a straight shot.

Strum Out Your Heart!

Posted in New Art on February 10, 2009 by prestinyoder

strum-out-your-heart

SOLD 20×24 on Canvas

For Mia. I don’t know why music came to mind when I thought of painting something for Mia – but I know that her and I agree on a lot when it comes this subject.

In the Bathroom

Posted in Art for Sale, New Art on February 10, 2009 by prestinyoder

in-the-bathroom

$350 18×36 on Canvas


In the Bathroom

I drove to work today in the rain,
I could hear open guitar strings and distant piano pounds wait for me.
In a reverb of infinite cloud, I was alone.

I saw rain come in the doorways and over stepping stones.
With mist down on crosswalk and over raincoats,
I saw myself crying in a parking lot under an umbrella of water and loss.

I saw a man come up to me, grab the back of my head
And jab a gun in my mouth.

It felt so good.

He brought me into a public bathroom and shot me,
I could see everything.

With my head on the ground,
The hand soap had a plastic smell and the floor held a puddle of piss.
I was so calm the very sight my eyes made my muscles relax
In that shattered glass,
Lying in my own red bath.

I will always remember the rain, it was leaking into the bathroom,
The tiles were a cool pulse to the soft bludgeon.

Now after this,
I was waking up and there were people standing over me,
Staring indifferently.
I was alone, by their dirty shoes,
Catching up on some sleep.