Beginning of my style discovery. Originally 4 Running to Sotheby's. Climbing the ladder, sharing along the way with a goal of the prestigious hammer strike. This piece is where I come from. Inner caliper of a rusty 4Runner, hot summer day fixing a leaking brake bleed nipple. Repairing it myself to save a buck. My time, poof, gone. Overlaid in the Prime blue. Brick wall behind 58 E Clinton. Graffiti on it. I see it everyday on way in the backdoor at work.       Beginning and what's to come. 

Prime Blue #4/5

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To my eye, I can not identify what should be in-between each frame. Hours and hours,  days on top on days. 64 multiplied by many minutes pushed into 2 seconds. It is finite.        It had always been, I just assembled it visually. I have no idea what it means, no further questions at this time. 

Optic Blue #1/7

Prime Blue #5/5

Missing our primary blue. Deep feelings of cigarettes, or fathers. Deep connection whether it be 2nd hand smoke, or all around awesome dads. It's for you to decide

good ole days

First was the tree, summer storm. Wind, sideways rain, a branch a limb departed the rooted and lands on the Crown Vic. 
Blue gate valve, second to the ball valve, sits to the left of my 
1 Air Force one from the thrift store at which I purchased. 

1  Air Force 1

Cast Iron series of the third degree. Focus of the coupling and union of the cast iron pipe at 912 Kelly Ave Joliet Illinois

Iron Joint

Photography labeled Dillon 3  in the hard drive of my brother Justin. Railroad on earth that been modified. 

Heading West

Optic Blue #7/7

I am not quite sure with each brushstroke, each pixel, you shall traverse the intricacies of aesthetics and symbolism with my art. Nor do I know if you will explore within my creations the dichotomy between form and function, representation and/or abstraction. Nevertheless, I am dedicated to exploring the complexities of the human experience, while  illuminating the hidden depths of our collective consciousness. I create to inspire introspection and evoke deep thought through cryptic compositions sometimes I have yet to identify. I've been imbued by the loss of my father and brother,  a yearning to leave upon this world a collection of my art.  

ORB-Owen Roberts Beasley

cockeyed

Hic et Nunc

Disgusting habit, but I've been trying to keep my minting to one a day. I should just quit but going cold turkey isn't my way. This should be in the trash, but I've yet to mint my first piece in at genre. (RobV2tribute)

To Be Future Trash

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My brother was a geologist and had this file under University Of Missouri, Thesis.  Microscope photography. 
File labeled IOM_28_P3_5x_Sulfide.TIF   12/2005

Sulfide














To be






 Design may be a hack, I've learned. Trash can be created, or burned. From ashes we've all returned.

orb010

Found within Justin's hard drive is file BAL2. Microscope photograph I believe. 

BAL2

My brother, Juice as he was called, died unexpectedly 10-6-2019. This art collection is all his work, which I minted for him. Proceeds are for his daughter, people struggling with cancer, and good deeds he left for me to complete.

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