It’s not neat. It’s not polite. It’s the jagged, messy pulse of life — that split second when time stands still, and everything is loud and real and far too much.
Whatever Is Happening Now Is Auspicious
Acrylic on canvas | 48in X 60in | 121.92cm X 152.4cm
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The pieces here are no idyllic landscapes, no soft nostalgia. They’re the emotional terrain of being, stripped bare and set loose in a riot of color, noise, and chaos. Sometimes beautiful. Often ugly. Always visceral. A mad, throbbing hum of life itself — dirty, dangerous, and full of the truth that makes you question everything and leave you breathless in the end.
Embrace & Enjoy the dance of light and color
The colors you see on your screen are – Temporary. Approximations. No matter what – the original painting will look and feel different if you ever see it in person.
Different monitors display colors differently. I chose the images shown here because the colors on my monitor seem to most closely match the color of the painting that I am looking at while I make this site. It probably won’t exactly match what you see.
That said, as of this writing, 100% of people say the paintings are much more intense in person – in a good way.
Further, different days have different light. Light varies across temperatures, latitudes, humidity, smoke levels, and more.
If you are paying attention the painting will change dramatically with these changes.
I think this is interesting. You will find times when the painting is absolutely mesmerizing. Other times it may be merely fantastic.
If you are considering purchasing any painting, by anyone, please be aware of the dynamic nature of light and color.
Not always a revelation, not always certainty, but sometimes there is a suggestion that the world is larger than its surfaces. That beyond the veil of appearances, beyond the clamor of mind, there is a pulse — steady, ancient, indifferent and compassionate all at once
Whatever is happening now is auspicious
Living and working in the Mountain West, da Vero dives into the messiness of life, spitting it out like a fountain — raw, blunt, and honest. Pigment and pressure, driven by a madness that blooms after too much sun in the August heat.
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