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“Beyond Good and Evil” 24in x 28in oil and cold wax on linen 2025 taken in Phoenix, Arizona by @brygenevaz
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19 days ago
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“Far Away From the World” 24in x 36in oil and cold wax on linen 2025 . . “I see these creatures in tired action I hold the blade with the midnight arm My brother dreams in real violence My brother, dreaming through the red In ritual positions, I kneel before his love Far away from the world I follow all these signs and wonders I walk on by the suicide doors Under the stars in animism I'll hold the mirror for the ghost In ritual positions, I kneel before his love Sometimes in benediction, a mouth to sing the flood Far away from the world” “The Twist” by A.A. Bondy taken in Phoenix, Arizona by @brygenevaz
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2 months ago
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“7th Ave & Roosevelt (Last Call)” 29.5 in x 3I.5 in oil and cold wax on canvas 2025 . . I was supposed to have my debut solo show in LA this weekend. A certain Cabin in LA in La Brea. The date was set for June 28th. The show was to present the new body of work I completed earlier this year. A lot of paintings I haven’t posted here. However, the terms were not agreeable. So, it’s not happening. Unfortunate as it is, I move forward. Making plans to show my work on my own terms. Got some good news to announce soon. taken in Phoenix, Arizona by @brygenevaz
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4 months ago
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“Beyond Good and Evil” 24in x 28in oil and cold wax on linen 2025 . . taken in Phoenix, Arizona by @brygenevaz
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9 hours ago
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“Death Scent (Rebirth Place)” 30x24in oil and wax on canvas 2024-2025 . . The first painting in a triptych. Represented here is the catalyst for change. While on tour in 2012, our van blew a tire. The vehicle flipped and was totaled. Thankfully, no fatalities. But for me, it symbolized a death of that version of myself. It became the catalyst for moving across the country to pursue my own dreams, after nearly having died for someone else’s. A friend was critically injured, but when first I saw her, I couldn’t help but think she hadn’t survived. My brain went into shock. I would come to find out I suffered a concussion and long term issues with my neck and back. No seatbelt, shoes, or shirt…but I survived. Bukowski has a quote that I’ve always loved: "You have to die a few times before you can really live”. These words served me well over time and became a secret to my endurance. Later, as I began to investigate the philosophy of Stoicism, I found a quote by the great Marcus Aurelius: “Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what's left and live it properly. What doesn't transmit light creates its own darkness.” Both quotes focus on life, death, and rebirth — reclaiming one’s life according to one’s will. A revolt against what I call “automatic living”. Many people choose to let life happen to them, instead of taking the fucking wheel. They rely on “god’s plan”. I’ve never been a fan of that idea. Every action has its reaction, and how we rebuild from that is what constructs our character. The image is both real and surreal— a form of magical realism. I am not religious, and I am a skeptic of the supernatural, but I still chose to represent the enigma of death as a figure: the standard depiction of death or the Grim Reaper. Why? Because, as phenomenal a concept of death and the afterlife is, it’s also so commonplace. The poet David Ignatow speaks of it so eloquently: “death and life are intimates we cannot separate”. Here I am depicted pointing the finger at the figure of death, but am I seeing death, or am I seeing myself? We make this deal every day. We choose to be a part of this ongoing play, deciding our role in it. by @brygenevaz
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a year ago
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“The Art of Leaving” 30x24in oil and wax on canvas 2024/2025 . . August 2012 a car-wreck changed everything in my mind. Friday, October 4th, 2013— I sat at an Amtrak station in Flagstaff, Arizona, at 4 am. A good friend of mine had lent me their couch to sleep on, but I didn’t sleep at all. I couldn’t. I was leaving everything behind that I’d known in six years. Furthermore, I was leaving the only state I’d ever really lived in. A lot happened in the time between the accident and my leaving. Sickness, uncertainty, and growth by fracture. The decision to leave was gradual. I’d dreamt of living on the East Coast for so long, and here was a chance to make that a reality. I wrote and recorded goodbye records, I squeezed everything in that I could. I felt prepared to leave. Looking back now, it was pure romanticism that propelled me. I had exactly $1000 to my name, no job, no real plans—my only plan: make music, make art. The fantasy of leaving is enticing, I think, to everyone. What is it to leave? Where are we going? What is the force behind the action? Pure escapism? Adventure? Seeking the unknown? Continued in slides… taken in Flagstaff, Arizona by @brygenevaz
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a year ago
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“An Act of Rebellion (Arrival)” 30x24in oil and wax on canvas 2024/2025 . . Three days and two nights. By train, I traveled across the country through New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Chicago, Indiana, Ohio, and finally landed in Pennsylvania on Oct 6th, 2013. Romantic as all hell, I always knew I’d leave by train when I first moved to Flagstaff, AZ. I did that. And I took that dive into the unknown. I carried with me a suitcase, a guitar in case, and a messenger bag with a journal and my personal essentials—cigarettes for the many stops. Meeting perfect strangers along the way, I shared meals, drinks, conversations, and the commonality of being on this journey.  I recommend to anyone even slightly interested: travel by train. For the majority of my ride, I stayed in the observation car (sightseer lounge). Amtrak offers them for long-distance trips via their superliner trains. I witnessed my world change in real-time with every fucking second. I wrote to myself, to my future self, and to whoever I would meet once I arrived. I was drunk on life, whiskey, and the poetry of possibilities with a soundtrack courtesy of Leonard Cohen and Nick Cave. The only albums accompanying me were Cohen’s “Songs of Leonard Cohen”, “New Skin for the Old Ceremony,” and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ “Tender Pray”. continued in slides… taken in Philadelphia by @brygenevaz
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a year ago
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“The Night Walk, No.1” 20x24 in (unframed) oil and cold wax Masonite panel in vintage frame 2024/2025 . . “The Night Walk, No.1” by BEV /2025 I walk now As I walked then The whole fucking world Inside my head With no different language And no need for tongue The images seep Screaming as they’re bled Don’t think of this Can’t think of that A choir of voices sing dissonant chants give me back my brain give me back my brain a tussle of smoke a vision of pain a vision of lust decayed over years a sinister laugh of knowledge combusts i drank too much or drank enough political noise deranged with mistrust these summers dont end they linger around i’m halfway to home no clarity found I plan to go walking tomorrow again the world is on trial no judgement will mend taken in Phoenix, Arizona by @brygenevaz
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a year ago
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“Hard Luck Stories” 15x16in oil, cold wax on canvas 2024-2025 . . Luck, As It Were: What is luck? What constitutes luck? Is it real—some phenomenon? Is it magic? Can you make your own? Is it a construct—simply another intangible creation? Can you buy it? Is it even for sale? Do you notice it when it happens, or is it a spectacle presented in hindsight, recognized in a moment of reflection. Is luck an action? Or, as it’s been described: an amalgamation of preparation, ambition, and opportunity.  When these shoes came to me I didn’t have an answer. I hadn’t even thought about the question. I was broke, newly living in Philly, and I needed some fucking shoes. I went through several used and hand-me-down pairs. These, however, spoke to me.  It was a crucible of style and pain in the form of footwear. They looked great. They felt terrible. A perfect analogy for the arts—for better or worse. I’m not one to sacrifice my well-being just to look good, but somehow these shoes were an exception. It wasn’t just about how I looked in them, but how they made me feel. A change in attitude. Something like a transformation. I knew why I was in Philly. I had my plans. The very prospect was pain-ridden—what it took to get there, and what it would take to get through. Losing contact with a past life. Losing myself, and even getting so close as to losing my own life and freedom. Hard luck is still luck—but it’s the type that has to be fought for. I’ve never considered myself a lucky man, but I can’t deny that I’ve absolutely experienced outcomes to ordeals that could only be described as “luck”. P.S. Yes, that’s the same striped shirt. One from earlier this year, the other from 2014/2015—while wearing the shoes in this painting. I’ve owned that striped shirt since 2006. It still fits. taken in Center City, Philadelphia by @brygenevaz
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a year ago
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“The Eternal, Lonesome Happy Hour” 18inx24in oil and wax on canvas 2024/2025 . . I’ll take drunken truths over sober lies—every time. taken in Phoenix, Arizona by @brygenevaz
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a year ago
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“Nakedness Shield” (Self Portrait) 2025 oil and wax on cardboard 20 x 24 in 21 x 25 in framed 1.5 in W . . “Open House” by Theodore Roethke My secrets cry aloud. I have no need for tongue. My heart keeps open house, My doors are widely swung. An epic of the eyes My love, with no disguise. My truths are all foreknown, This anguish self-revealed. I’m naked to the bone, With nakedness my shield. Myself is what I wear: I keep the spirit spare. The anger will endure, The deed will speak the truth In language strict and pure. I stop the lying mouth: Rage warps my clearest cry To witless agony. by @brygenevaz
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10 months ago
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“The Holy Smoke & The Eternal Sigh” 20x28in oil and cold wax on canvas 2025 . . Smoking isn’t just a habit. It’s a willful vice. It can service as a poetic device, a moment of quiet contemplation. It offers a connection between the younger self, the current, and the future. It’s a symbol of human imperfection and grace. Almost unavoidably intertwined with love, loss, and the search for meaning. It’s the choice made every day—acceptance of the ultimate inevitable of us all. taken in Phoenix, Arizona by @brygenevaz
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10 months ago
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