All I paint are spirals between the stars and their root-light feeding the big trees. Between you and the diamond veil is a single beat of the hummingbird’s tiny heart spread like thunder down into the river canyon. Nature has one seamless memory of itself. The algorithm at the unifying border is as shocking in its resiliency as its elegant simplicity. All the forms of sex and death are found on this side of the creek, in the forest at dawn. (obi)

Spring Trail Paintings

The gallery of spring harvest #trailpaintings for the pending California Field Atlas, all available for purchase. All are original, hand-painted works that measures 5-1/2″ x 7-1/2″. About the artist: Poet and artist Obi Kaufmann is an advocate for wilderness defense and conservation. His written and visual work makes reference to […]

Trail Paintings; Wildlife Fundraising

Many Wilderness and Wildlife defense organizations are having “double-your-donations” drives until the end of the year. I am working at raising as much money for ten specific organizations as I can by selling ten original water color paintings from my upcoming California Field Atlas. The ten organizations that will be […]