Since I was ten years old I have been sketching and painting but it wasn’t until the 1990s, after some experiments in abstract, when I decided to submerse myself in the style and abandon traditional idioms that I began to feel true satisfaction and elation when I worked. Labor, struggle, hardship and transcendence is the common theme in my work as it is for me the basis of humanity and the American dream.
My subject matter originates from my memory, my imagination and an intense desire to demonstrate hope and to spark the same in others. I start by developing my ideas through a series of sketches using paper and crayons. Moving to canvas I then begin painting thin layers of color, and gradually build subsequent layers of paint until I achieve the desired color and texture over the entire surface.
Baby everything is fucked up. No one can help me the way you could. No one is looking out for me. i'm in pain in everyway. why? Ikeep waiting for something, anything. a phone call. an email. but nothing happens. only bad things happen. since you have left, there has been no light in my life. i'm falling apart in everyway. i should of hugged you that night. i should of never let you go. they all still want a piece of you, and i get nothing but the tears and heart ache. i all i wanted was you.
Hi Brent, I met your son on the phone yesterday. He sounds like you and he talks like you. I wanted to say so much more to him but I could not. He is so sweet. Like you my friend, my inspiration to so much. I wish you were here to talk to me. I am going to put your chair in my little space at Chris'. I decided to do it rent the spot. Remember, we talked about it? I will have some of your things in my space, so we will both be there in a sense. I feel you here. Thank you.
Okay. About my father's(Brent Brooks) paintings. everybody had their favorites. I DO NOT want anybody to profit from their sale. This means I want to give them away. I want everybody to have one. Sarah will get hers as well. The only thing I ask is that you pick it up and display it proudly and NEVER EVER sell it or paint over it. I will take it off your hands if you cannot or will not do this. Please contact me and we will try to make arrangements to pick it up. I also think Katie can help with this seeing as her husband has the keys to what was his studio. All the paintings are there right now. please contact me @ firstname.lastname@example.org
Brent is my father. I am the oldest of four. Thank you for your very kind words. His art meant the world to him. I have little doubt that his friends meant just as much. Thank you for your support and for not forgetting him. IF you have any questions or want to know anything please let me know. I can be reached at email@example.com Thank you.
Brent, I was looking at the videos that Sarah put on her page. Sarah and I have been talking alot and I guess it is fortunate we have each other. I painted all day yesterday just to survive the pain. I painted you. Sarah was not sure if she liked it (she is so honest) but it sure helped release the agony. I am going to do more. You know I miss you terribly. I just cant say goodbye yet. This is crazy. Brent, I am sorry for everything that has happened.
To Brents Family
Brent was a wonderful man...I have met him through various art projects and I am deeply saddened by his passing.
My condolences to his family and may God be with you in this difficult time.
What a loss to those those that knew and loved him and to those that happened to meet such a talented and sensitive man.The art world lost a friend. We were going to help you hang the crystal show and I looked forward to seeing him. my thoughts and prayers to all who knew and loved Brent .
Brent, I need to write to you because I want to feel close to you tonight. I am going to miss you so much. You have changed my way of looking at life forever. Sarah and I spent a wonderful night and day together today. I slept in your bed with Sarah. Your alarm clock went off and I thought you were with us. Your beloved dog slept at my feet and comforted me. I could almost see you as I looked at Sarah's heart-broken face and at your beautiful amazing paintings. You have been one of the best friends I have ever had. I wish I could change everything right now. I wish I could paint with you, laugh with you but most important, I wish I could hear your voice telling me that it will be ok. It does not feel ok. How are we going to take over the world now Brent? How are we going to get studios accross the hall from each other now? Who is going to explain things to me the way you did? We had our jokes but I could feel your pain and you could feel mine. You are a brilliant artist and a wonderful man and friend. I MISS YOU. Thank you for everything you did for me...until we meet again.
i have sad news today. horrible news. Brent passed away on Friday October 10,2008. He will be missed and remembered by those who loved and knew him. He not only loved art but this community that showed him support and was a great source of inspiration to him.
There are tentative plans for a memorial show soon. Please call Cynthia Manuszak for information or kind words at 559-709-2263 or on her My Fresno Arts page.
From: Lucia di lammermoor
Act III scene 1, Il dolce suono ("The Sweet Sound") aka "The Mad Scene"
Composed by: Gaetano Donizetti
Lucia descends into madness, and on her first wedding night, while the festivities are still being held in the Great Hall, she stabs her new husband, Arturo in the bridal chamber. Dishevelled, unaware of what she has done, she wanders in the Great Hall, recalling her meetings with Edgardo and imagining… Continue
Second Act part 6 (Vissi d´arte)
Composed by: Giacomo Puccini
I lived for my art, I lived for love,
I never did harm to a living soul!
With a secret hand
I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of.
Always with true faith
rose to the holy shrines.
Always with true faith
I gave flowers to the altar.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
why do you reward me thus?
I gave… Continue
There are two opera lovers in my home, the larger of my two beagles "Jackson" and myself. i feel in love with opera years ago and found that for me this music is a great day starter. i know many poo poo at opera but in a time when my life seemed devoid of beauty it stood as a reminder that beauty like life is constant, relentless and ever present.
Amina's aria from La Sonnambula
Ah! non credea mirarti